Whoever we are we could not expect when or how it would come. I would be given the choice to end one.
I loved her. I can take whatever people said because of her. She held on to her as long as she can but she still could not make it. I had to make a choice.
I chose the child. She said this beforehand as if she had expected this to happen. She pushed and she pushed until her last breath . The loud beeping sound echoed through the room when the child came out. but the weeping that we expected to hear from the child did not happen. She was as cold as her mother.
I lost them both.

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