She stared sadly at the photo in its well-dusted frame, gazing intently at the faded image of a baby girl. Her baby girl. Her baby Monique, who she'd never seen since that fateful night eleven long painful years ago.

She remembered it vividly. She was sitting in the musty hospital ward, the lights dimmed, holding her little treasure, revelling in the peace and the content she felt. She'd stroked her baby's skin, soft as silk, gazed adoringly into her chocolate brown eyes, smoothed her coal black hair, patted down her rose pink babygro. Her baby's hand was wrapped around her index finger, and she was only interrupted out of her reverie by the soft patter of footsteps. She'd looked up to see the nurse who'd delivered her baby looming above her, a disarming smile on her face. The nurse had held out her arms, and asked to see her baby, for a 'routine check – nothing to be alarmed about'. She reluctantly handed her over, regretting any moment she wasn't bonding with her beautiful little girl. The nurse had told her to rest, promising her baby would be lying in the cot at the far end of her bed when she woke up, and she'd obliged, for the birth had been a strenuous one.

But the nurse had broken her promise. For when she woke up, overwhelmed at the prospect of another day with her little girl, she was aghast to find she was not there. She'd called the nurse over, and asked about her whereabouts – the nurse claimed she knew nothing. She'd demanded to see a doctor, but he told her she was imagining things – she had no baby, she was never pregnant, she was hallucinating – she'd had a very nasty fall, and needed to rest. Her temper had frayed then, and she'd screamed at the doctors to give her her baby. Her beautiful, beautiful little baby girl. They'd told her she was imagining things again, and requested that she keep quiet, so as not to disturb the other patients. They took her back to a ward and she was given drugs to send her to sleep. She spent the next week in total despair, screaming at anyone who came near her, her tears dripping down her face. She was then sent home, where she cried herself to sleep everyday, became a recluse. She wondered if she'd ever see her baby girl again, hoped desperately to see her beautiful face. She hoped in vain.

AN: I hope you liked it; I wasn't too keen on it myself, but I really wanted to publish my first Fanfic :D. Thanks.

Please review. Constructive critism welcome =D. And thanks again for reading.