It's been five years since I married my wife, Kanan, and we've been trying for a baby, but we haven't been successful. My father blames Kanan solely for our lack of children, so we decided to undergo fertility tests to find the cause. A few days later, the results came back stating that I'm physically incapable of having children. Kanan tries to console me, saying that our life together is still happy. But I know she secretly longs for a child, as I've seen her gazing lovingly at baby clothes. Determined, I decided to reach out to my estranged, terrible older brother for help...
