CARLA
I don't know for how long I've been unconscious but when I finally come back to my senses, I blankly stare at the ceiling. I feel like all hope is gone and no strength is left in me.
I want to cry so much, but no tears drop. I'm too tired to even cry. It's sunny outside and I assume that it's already daytime, but I feel like dark clouds are covering the place.
My hand slowly and hurtfully reaches to my stomach where my child's heart should have been beating and it rests there for a while.
My eyes widen and I suddenly sit up on my bed when I feel it. A heartbeat....it's frail and low, but I certainly feel it.
I focus on my hearing and I'm right. The heartbeat is still there, slow but stead. My child is still here, he's not gone.
I'm suddenly rejuvenated as joy and relief overwhe
