Date: 12-20-1990
Brenda's p.o.v
Love pushes through the pain even when I feel like giving up. I have twins counting on me to survive so I can't just quit or die. Compassionate, the doctor and his team of
nurses have taken the place of my parents. My first born, Kennedy Brian Brandon Walsh brings even more sunshine. His fragile little sister, Dawn Sophia Anne Walsh isn't so
fortunate. A damaged deformed skull ends her life prematurely. I hold her and mourn her briefly. Raising one baby instead of two is bittersweet.
Time period: A flashback
Brenda's p.o.v
Dawn was predestined to die well before December 20. She received her death sentence a week prior to the birth. My final ultrasound test showed Dawn grew at a
slower rate than her brother, baby A. Unsympathetic, the doctor warned I would go home with one baby instead of two. His words were a crushing low blow to me. My heart
crumbled into tiny pieces. I was so desperate to leave his office that I forgot to thank him. A trail of tears followed me all the way home in which was an apartment building.
Little by little, I threw away Dawn's things. I tried to detach myself from Dawn. My womb didn't want to let her go though. I pushed Kennedy's stuff aside until the moment
I faced reality. A kind neighbor named Kurt Evergreen drove me to the hospital when my labor started. He took me to my last check up a week ago. Just like the doctor
instructed, I paced the hallways. A sharp abdominal pain and a gush of water paralyzed me. I bent over gasping for air. A nurse immediately rushed to my aid. She
accompanied me to a delivery room where I gave birth.
