Being born and crying:
Age: 0 months
Status: Alive
Crying, crying, crying, being loud the sound of a baby's first breath. How beautiful it is but what about the mother? Does she feel like she will love this baby? She looked away breathing heavily as beads of sweat ran down her forehead. "Do you want to hold her?" Asked the nurse as she was done cleaning up the baby. The mother didn't want to.. she didn't want to get attached to it. "No." The nurse frowned, nodded and put the baby on the weight scale. The nurse smiled at the crying baby. "8 pounds." The nurse said. "Can you please hurry up... I don't want to be here anymore.." The mother said she sounded a bit hurt as well. The nurse's smile faded picked up the baby to put her in another room and got the doctors, they took the tubs off of the mother. The doctor gave the mother a piece of paper more like a form to read and sign. "Are you sure you wanna do this Ms. Johnson?" Asked the Doctor. The mother thought about this then finally responded. "Yes, I do.." She signed the form gave it to the doctor and left with tears in her eyes.
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Kurgu OlmayanWhy do we feel happy? Why do we feel mad? So frustrated or sad? Is it the way you treat me? Or make me feel? Sometimes I just wanna be alone and not let it be real. You make me feel things I don't want to feel.. even the ones that aren't appropriate...
