My Best Friend Spent Years Caring for My Sister with Down Syndrome – Then He Said a Few Words That Changed Everything I Thought I Knew

Before he could say anything, the elevator chimed.

My parents stepped out, coats folded neatly over their arms.

They spotted us immediately and walked over to join us.

“How is she?” My mother asked.

“Rosie is stable,” the doctor said. “Both babies are breathing on their own.”

I let out a sob and grabbed Ben’s sleeve.

He was already crying, silent tears sliding down his jaw.

“She made it,” I whispered. “She made it, Ben.”

My mother moved closer, arms held out for a hug.

And all my anger bubbled to the surface.