As she lay that day in the operation theatre,hoping to hear a cry, all the thorns which pricked her all along disappeared that night. The little angel that made her go wild sometimes was now the only reason to stay alive. As the years passed by she could see the miracle happening. All her torn dreams this baby was fulfilling. Today as she lay on the same bed counting her breath, the sight of her baby was enough for her to peacefully shed off her mortal flesh.
_through her eyes I see my dreams being stitched, relieving me of all guilts_