Situation: The Sixth Month-A Premature Birth-The baby's name is Gabriel
Mary's p.o.v
Premature world
Ill-fated little angel
Life within the womb
Life born way too soon
One early special arrival
Wonderful shiny moon sunbeam
One long-awaited dream come true
Ruthless relentless underdog
Lovable fragile rose petal blossom
Daily spirit of perseverance
Time Period: The Premature labor and Birth
Mary's flashback
"How are you feeling?" concerned, Francis asks while we dance before our friends and family. My pregnancy is the reason for the special occasion."I am fine. Our
dancing hasn't impacted the baby " I assure him. "You need to rest. We can't afford another miscarriage" he stresses. His words reopens an old wound, a very
sensitive subject that I tried to avoid. Tears crawl from underneath the rocky surface. Francis' soothing touch comforts me for a little bit. Suddenly, sharp pains hits my
abdominal area. Francis is kind enough to escort me to my seat. Most people including Francis assume that I am tired of dancing. I must say their assumptions are
false. Silently, I exit the ballroom in order to avoid their suspicion. The contractions hit me with full force once as I lay down on my warm bed. Bloody raindrops trickle
down my thighs and legs. The urge to push is unbearable. Loud horrifying screams escape from my mouth. My cries for help bring much needed and yet unwanted visitors
into the bedchamber. In great agony, I deliver a son whose name is Gabriel. Uncontrollably, my heart bleeds with love for him.
