El proceso fue duro. Fue miserable, desordenado y doloroso. Pero durante esos momentos de llanto y momentos de me senti que “no tengo lágrimas que llorar”, lo que lo hace inolvidable es el alivio después de liberar un profundo suspiro. Libera una calmante sensación de libertad que no puedo explicar.
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It was a rainy Friday afternoon. A Day before the Month of February ends. A year of hope and Promise of Innovation; the Year 1992. A time where Mr. Big's " To be with you was played on loop on every radio station. It was the First year Anniversary of Gulf War. Nothing significant happened that day; but a man crying at the door of the Delivery Room while talking to the Doctor. "Your Wife and your daughter is on danger " "I'm afraid they cannot survive, You need to pray and if things get worst you need to prepare yourself , you have to chose which one should live" With a broken voice he muttered. " Please do your best to keep my wife and daughter live,"If I have to choose... teary eyed as his hands was shaking he whispered "....please keep my wife alive" and the Doctor tap his back and immediately enters the room. The baby and her mother miraculously survived. He released a deep sigh and while talking to the phone and asking her younger sister a good name for his new born "Mia " Coleen with repeating herself in audible voice. He wrote it down mistakenly put "Coolin" instead of Coleen. The baby was an inch longer than her father's shoes. She needs to stay in the incubator for weeks. She's not in good condition and still under observation. After a week she was sent home. It was a miracle that she was alive and she knows why God-given her a chance to live. Until now she is living for that purpose. She wants to be a good vessel of knowledge. View all posts by missfeatherhat