My mother gave birth at the age of 82, although my father had died 27 years ago. When I demanded that I tell myself who the baby's father was, he revealed a family secret that he had hidden for 34 years and that left me horrified...

I'll take care of her, Mom.

My mother closed her eyes.

An expression of peace appeared on his face, something he hadn’t seen since Emily’s death.

It's been six months.

My mother is 83 today.

It remains weak, but every morning the first thing you ask is:

Where is my Lily?

I take the baby to her room.

My mother sits by the window, holds Lily in her arms and gently sings the same lullaby that Emily and me sang when we were little.

Michael also comes to visit her every week. Help take care of Lily and she has promised she'll never be alone.

Sometimes I look at my mother and I still find it hard to believe that she gave birth at 82.

But every time I ask him if he was afraid, he always gives me the same answer.

I was scared, Sarah. Every day. But there was something stronger than my fear.