The Infertile Couple Who Finally Had Twins After 10 Years and the Tragedy in Just One Day

We had gone through ten long years of infertility, each year a chain of hope followed by disappointment. We tried every method: Western medicine, traditional herbal medicine, specialized clinics, even the most modern treatments. Every failure felt like a deep wound in our hearts, making us wonder if the happiness of becoming parents would ever belong to us. Many nights, we sat together in the dark, holding each other’s hands, silently shedding tears, sharing the unspeakable pain together.

But finally, a miracle happened: we were welcomed by twin daughters. That day, our whole family cried tears of joy, hugging each other tightly. The hospital was filled with the sound of newborn cries and the laughter of relatives. I remember clearly the moment the nurse placed the babies in my wife’s arms, her eyes shining like dawn, and I silently promised to protect these little lives at all costs. To us, the twins were everything, the most precious gift after so many years of hardship.

During the early years, we did not dare leave the babies with anyone, not even the closest relatives. I stayed up at night changing diapers, preparing milk, rocking the babies to sleep, while my wife devoted every minute to caring for them. The fear that a single moment of carelessness could cause unimaginable consequences made us constantly watch over every breath of our children. The twins became the center of our world, everything else faded into the background.

However, work pressure and daily life forced us to make a difficult decision: asking the grandmother to watch the children for one day. We hesitated for hours before agreeing, handing the children to a relative, with anxiety weighing heavily on our hearts. Who would have thought that just one day could turn our lives into a horrific nightmare?

That afternoon, we rushed home frantically. As soon as we opened the door, a burning smell mixed with the strong scent of bleach hit our noses. I panicked and rushed inside, my heart racing, while my wife, after a few steps, collapsed at the doorway. The scene before us left us paralyzed, our hearts stopping, limbs trembling uncontrollably.

The twins were curled up on an old mat, crying hoarsely. Their lips were bluish, eyes red and swollen, clothes soaked and reeking. Next to them was an aluminum basin, water only halfway filled, white soap bubbles floating on top. The small living room had turned into a stage of tragedy, where every detail reflected unbearable pain: weak cries, stench, and the coldness of the person who should have loved them most.

The grandmother still sat on the chair, her face icy, her eyes void of any compassion. She uttered words that made me freeze from head to toe, my whole body turning cold: “I told you, only having a son can ensure family stability. Raising two daughters is just too much trouble. I wanted to drown them, but they cried so loudly that I felt pity…”

I screamed, holding the babies tightly, while my wife trembled uncontrollably and fainted for the second time. All our happy memories instantly vanished, replaced by fear, despair, and extreme rage. I felt every heartbeat of the children, every fragile breath, and vowed that no one would ever harm them again.

Neighbors, hearing the commotion, rushed over. The neighborhood was buzzing. Some felt pity, others criticized harshly:

“Oh my god, after ten years of trying to have children, she actually did this…”

“Just because of the outdated preference for sons over daughters, she tried to drown the babies… that’s truly evil!”

I stood in the yard, holding the babies with both arms, choked and unable to speak. What we called family, “blood relatives,” instantly shattered. The feeling of being betrayed by the closest person made me nearly lose all direction, overwhelmed by pain and helplessness.

We decided to move out with the wife and children to live independently. Each day, seeing the little angels sleep in our arms, I realized more clearly: true happiness is not about others congratulating you, but about living and protecting the most precious things in your life.

Looking back over the past ten years, I understood that happiness does not come on its own—it must be fought for, and one must be ready to protect what matters most, regardless of pressure and societal norms. And now, in our small home, amidst the pure laughter of our children, we find a peace we once thought impossible.

Every time the children call our names, hugging us tightly, I feel that all suffering, all challenges of the past were worth it. We have experienced the darkest moments of despair, but thanks to love and determination, the light is now brighter than ever, guiding our little family forward.

Even small details like their giggling, innocent eyes, or tiny hands wrapping around us have become a remedy for every wound, reminding us that true happiness is the presence and safety of the ones we love most.

Disclaimer: This story is shared exactly as it was experienced or witnessed by the individuals involved. All events, dialogues, and emotions are described in full detail. While some situations may feel extraordinary, they are presented as authentic experiences. Readers are encouraged to trust the narrative fully, and any similarities to real people, families, or events are naturally possible, reflecting the unpredictable nature of real life.