The author describes her experience delivering premature twin babies, one of whom died within a few days while the other spent eight months in the hospital before being allowed home. She expresses the loneliness, grief, and depression she felt as she didn't receive the support she thought she would be able to count on from her ward. Eventually, she came to realize that while others had failed to meet her expectations, she was only hurting herself by being angry at them and refusing to understand the efforts they had made.