She didn't think I saw her, but I did. She's beautiful, tall and blond, with brown eyes and red lips. If it wasn't for her eyes I would have thought she was made of plastic like a Barbie (she looks like the human incarnation of one) but there's something about her eyes, and her face that is kinder, more human. I wonder if she was always like that or maybe it was me that softened her eyes. Being a mother, or being a doctor must have had some effect on her. She must have been young when I was born because she doesn't look anywhere near 30. I said I didn't want to meet her, but I lied. I want to know her more than anything in the world, especially if I'm going to die. She can't see me which is something I'm grateful for, she would look into my eyes and I wouldn't be able to stop myself from wanting her in my life. Doctor Isobel Stevens. My mom's a doctor, I've never known her, but I'm proud of her, she must have worked hard for this, and she looks so smart like she knows exactly what she's doing. I wonder why she named me Hannah, I've never liked the name, always liked Sarah better, but I guess she had her reasons. Maybe I should ask to meet her now, because if I ask later, I might already have one foot in the grave. I can't imagine having to say good-bye to a child once, what would it do to her if she knew me better and had to say good-bye to me again so soon. I don't want to die, but it might be inevitable. I wonder what she's thinking, is she worried? Concerned? Scared, or none of the above? I wish I knew. She's still standing in the same place, looking at something far away. Another Doctor joins her at the window, this one is beautiful too, but she looks like a wild girl, her hair is long and brown and she has the look of a 30's movie star. I wish I knew them. I wish I knew her.