Driving on the main street, I stopped at the red light. Looked around, I spotted a Goodwill store at the left corner. That is where I drop off my donations, each year. Did I forget last year or the year before? No, I do not think so. I’ve been always good.
Then, why my baby has to die?
What did I not do? Have I not being a good girl? Have I not had enough share of miseries? Came to the States 20 years ago leaving everyone behind, lonely; slipped and fell unconsciously on the restaurant floor when I worked days and nights to pay tuition, helpless; survived three relationship breakups, tearful; endured three IVFs with numerous pills and injections, painful…. Now, I have to face the dreadful fact that my baby has died?
Tell me, what did I do wrong? I have done everything I were asked to do and more. Why am I rewarded with more heartaches?
Stop testing me!