It all started on a early morning, July 22th to be exact. A little girl with green eyes was born. Her mother named her Ruby. "Mrs. Woodstock!" The nurse said, wile gasping for air. "Your husband just died in a car accident!" The nurse called as she looked down.
"What did you just say! Are you sure it's him?" Mrs. Woodstock gasped, with a tear gently rolling down her cheek. The tear hit Ruby and the little child started to cry. 'It's your fault, isn't it?' Mrs. Woodstock said in her mind, looking at her newborn.
