IT'S been days since Kara lost her child. She was devastated and depressed at the same time. She wanted to kill herself, but for some reason, it seemed like someone was controlling her not to do it. It was her fault. Kara blamed herself for every day that had passed. If she hadn't been stubborn that day, it would not have happened. If it didn't happen, she was still happy. But she lost faith. She couldn't endure the pain. It felt like her heart was broken into pieces. Because of that, Kara had forgotten to take care of herself. She barely eats food and doesn't even take a bath. She was just sitting in the corner of the room while hugging her own legs and thinking deeply until her head hurt. Days had passed, but it felt fresh until now. It felt like it happened a while ago. Sleeping wasn't
