At midnight on December 21, 1997, lightning streaked through the sky, and thunder rumbled through the air. In the nursery two babies, a boy and a girl, cried for their very first time as oxygen inflated their tiny lungs. They were held side by side in the warming embrace of their loving mother, however their father was nowhere to be found. The doctor shrouded in his white doctor's robe, grinning ear to ear, carried in the birth certificates, one for each child. In the mother's hand he placed a pen for her to write in the names she had chose. For the boy whose warm, loving brown eyes were covered by his closed eyelids while he screamed, she chose Jason, and for the girl she chose a less common name, Sky. In her exhaustion, she handed the papers directly back to the doctor, who scuttled quickly out of the room leaving the woman with her newborn children. Soon, her kids were not the only ones crying. Tears began to drip from her eyes because she knew they would not be hers for much longer. No they were not accidents, nor mistakes. She loved them dearly and she wanted nothing more than to raise them as her own. But, she knew better than that. A nurse knocked gently on the door, and the mother allowed her to enter. She asked if the woman was ready, and with great sorrow, she nodded her head. The nurse excitedly welcomed in the adopting families. The mother had wanted the families to meet their new children as quickly as possible so that she herself did not get too attached to them and make the crucial mistake of keeping the children. For the boy, he was to be sent to the Johnson family. A young couple who seemed to be doing pretty well for themselves, however, they were heart broken to find out that the wife was unable to have children. Jason would be their shining light. Sky was to go to a much older couple who in their early retirement, were looking to take care of another child now that their eldest had gone off to live on their own. As the mother allowed her children to be held by their new parents, they screamed even louder, they knew they were not in the hands of their blood. She held back her sobs and forced a smile to dance across her lips, no matter how hard this was for her, she knew it was the right decision. Her eyes drifted towards the window longing for their father to return, to comfort her, and to tell her the children don't need to leave. Alas, she knew he would never come and her eyes returned to her gaze upon her children. She became amazed by the way the children outstretched their arms towards not the mother, but towards each other. Again, the mother's heart ached; not only will they lose their mother, but they will lose each other.
A half an hour past and it was time for the children to go to the nursery. The Johnson's and the Lancaster's both left the room after kissing their children on the forehead. Their mother was given her children for the very last time. She held them tightly as if to make sure they knew she had no intention of letting them go. She kissed them both, and she whispered into their ears as the nurse came to grab them, "Fear not my loves, you will one day become greater than any of us can even imagine," and with that the nurse carried them away. The mother sobbed as her children were carried off into their new lives that she would never have a part of.