Vigorously wiping off the dead grass and dandelion petals from the rock, the girlís hand brushed a jagged edge roughly. As she quickly drew her hand away for examination, she saw what her hand had lain upon. The right upper corner of the babyís headstone was broken off.
She took a moment to contemplate her blood expanding into the crevices and gullies of the edgeís gap. She scanned the knoll ahead
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of her parents and other brother felt every birthday and Motherís Day they came.
She heard a crash of lightning as the rain fell harder. She got up partially into an alter-praying position and asked God why this had to happen. After all, the baby hadnít done a thing wrong. She thought, "Why should this baby have to die when I could have instead?"
The baby was just a mythical figure until now.