I wish I had wished harder. If I did, I probably wouldn't be tied to this bed with death playing hide-and-seek with me. One second was all it took to turn my life away from a dream come true and anchor it to a sinking ship. With a baby growing in my stomach, a husband begging for my awakening, and a dying brain, I'm making one last walk down memory lane. This is my last chance to revisit the rich white girl and the Haitian-American boy whose love conquered all. This is the story that happened before I fell asleep.
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Before the sleep
RomanceMommy is sleeping. Our time together is ticking away. We don't know whether or not she's going to wake up so we have to make the best out of what can possibly be our last instances together. This could very well be her last tribute, our last chance...
