during sleepovers, celebrated birthdays, and promised we’d always remain close.
Our mothers often joked that we behaved more like sisters than friends.
Sometimes, we wished it were true.
As adults, however, our dreams of starting families became complicated.
I married at twenty-four, but five years later, my marriage ended.
Emily experienced several disappointing relationships and eventually decided she was tired of waiting for the perfect husband.
One evening, while we were sitting on my balcony, she asked an unexpected question.
“Sarah, why are we waiting for men before becoming mothers?”
