The pain.
Feels like a
hundred people trying to tear me apart. My breath seems to fail me and so does
my strength. I would rather die.
And then I hear the distinct cry. I am glad to have lived. Tears stream down my cheeks.
I look at her tiny pink face. She smiles.
Priceless!
And then I hear the distinct cry. I am glad to have lived. Tears stream down my cheeks.
I look at her tiny pink face. She smiles.
Priceless!