October 5, 2018
"Write about someone who has to whisper a secret to someone else."
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She stared through the glass wall that separated them, wondering how her dreams had crashed so quickly, where had she gone wrong?Everyone said it was not her fault, she had done everything right, but that did not ease her heart or rest her mind, she kept wondering, was there something that she should have done, which she had not done. Why else would her son be lying there and not in her arms.
She choked back a sob, a week since he had been born; at twenty four weeks he was too early and his chances of making it, which were not great to start with, were reducing with each passing minute. She could hardly make out his features, his pink wrinkly skin covered with tubes and bandages, unable to even breathe on his own. Each moment was an extra minute she got to see him alive, and she wanted him to live, a long life, of love and laughter.
At that minute, he opened his eyes and seemed to stare at his mother; she froze, he had never done that.As she looked at him, deep down she knew that he was paining, that his grasp on this life was too tenuous, he was too fragile for this rough world. However, her heart refused to let him go and yet she could not ignore what seemed to be a plea in his eyes.
She blinked back her tears, she could not say anything, her voice was hoarse with all the crying she had done. Placing her hand on the glass, as though reaching out to him, she let out a silent whisper, "I will always love you, my baby, always. Be at peace." On that breath and prayer of his mother's words, he breathed his last.
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Word count - 295
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365 Days- Book I
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