Gomez's P.O.V

Both pregnancy and childbirth tested

your faith, strength, and patience. You were

a pretty fragile rose. Physically and mentally, you

had reached the peak of your suffering and agony. The

bloody rain and pain offered no hope for you and me.

I struggled to find meaning in this chaos and

confusion. You promised that everything

would be alright, but the night and winter

lasted much longer than what we had expected.

You promised you would make lemonade out

of lemons, but you left things unsaid. Your

life was a gift, an unselfish sacrificial offering

that paved the way for a new star to be born.

Bittersweet irony describes every day that I

must live with your ghost. Our precious baby

angel is a mirror reflection of you.