THE LOOKS ON THEIR FACES WHEN I TELL THEM SHE PASSED AWAY. And every morning I would awaken and the first thoughts that came to my mind were "I'm pregnant!" Then suddenly interrupted... by "But not for long." What kind of mother askes her daughter, to kill her womb? My mother. The young, attractive doctor with the dark hair named "John" came to my room this time. He was the youngest, and most in touch with reality and life. "Alright, up." He smiled. "Ok..." I strained to get up on purpose, so he could put his arms around me. And he did. I couldn't stop smiling. The cold tile floor touched my feet for the first time in forever. But I couldn't hold myself up. My spirit when down with my legs as I hit the floor.