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.
