Lady Madonna

Dream or Nightmare

YEAR: 1969

I can't believe I gave her up. I feel like a horrible mother. I am a horrible mother. Why did I let her go? I can never get her back...

"Maggie..." Paul whispered as he woke me up.
"What?" I snapped.
"James needs ye,"
"I don't care,"
"Maggie, are ye okay?"
"No," I sat up in bed, "I miss my baby,"
"What?"
"What we did was wrong Paul...I want my baby back!"
"Well ye can't get yer baby back! Ye made a choice Maggie McCartney, now ye have to live with it! Now go get the little mistake!"
"Fuck you," I spat as I got out of bed.

We went on with our normal day, I got the girls ready, Paul complained about going to work, and I was stuck taking care of the boy. Around 7, when Paul got home, he trudged into the living room and turned the telly on.

"Maggie!"
"What!"
"I think ye should see this!"

I rolled my eyes and walked into the living room to see what he was yelling about.

"What?"
"Sit," he pulled me down.
"Oh my god what is-"
"Look..." He pointed to the telly.

A three car pile up on the intersection of Main Street. Nine injured, three dead. The Jones family was pronounced dead at 6:44 pm...