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She was a former mother, last month she went through a miscarriage by the stair slipping accident. She can no longer bear a child. The deep feeling of isolation and loneliness is tearing her into pieces as the hands of the clock is ticking she sees herself going nowhere and she seems like floating in her sadness, that keeps on haunting her day and night. The grief and mixed foreign emotions she’s not yet prepared for. The scene where you have to agree or even if you disagree, they will still do the process of extracting the remains of your child inside you is an extreme heartbreaking moment. She became irrationally angry with her husband as he gave her the feeling that he’s not as sad as she is. The moment that when you see something precious crashing and breaking like a dying star and eventually end result of a black hole, where everything seems to vacuum all of those future happy motherhood moments. She will do something to fulfill her dreams to be a mother whatever it takes, she is willing to conquer all possible solutions, or she will lose her mind completely.

She is a mother, but she doesn’t like it. This was an accident, all she care for was to have fun and enjoy whatever her heart’s desires. She likes to party and to street stray, every morning she woke up in a different house, different room and different bed. Apparently, she’s not completely careful, actually, she is damn careless about her life, and now, there’s another life to think about. Who cares? This new life is such a hindrance to her party animalistic nature, she will not let that happen, sure she will do something to get rid of this trouble, and abortion is her option. Fortunately, good news hit her way, a friend told her, no need to feel bothered with the “problem”, instead of removal, why not take advantage of the situation and make a profit out of it.  

Two women met and decided to exchange each other’s favor. Months went by; to deliver is to be free. For other’s garbage, for other’s treasure. She holds the baby she doesn’t want; on the other hand, she’s waiting for the baby to make her whole again. The mother hater finds relief, however, the mother lover finds peace. They walk apart, both mothers with opposite mind-setting, differing aims in life.

You are my baby now, I will take care of you no matter what, and I am your mother, whatever it takes. I will love you.

Throughout the years, she proves that her pledged is true, that she is bound to love the baby no matter what, even though he came from the other’s bosom.

 “The loss that I felt when I miscarried is a part of how we got to where we are now, and it makes me both more and less afraid of loss in the future.”- Emma S.

(A simple story I made to show that superheroes are true, they aren’t just in your books and movies, sometimes we neglect and overlook the chance to meet them, and rarely do we know they are just living with us, in our own very house.

Another thing, I want to reflect how your miserable situation could possibly be a miracle for others, a story of abortion versus adoption, the significance of life is truly immeasurable that what you want to throw might what others would like to keep. )

                                                (Google Image-thanks!)