She waited for almost nine and half months, counting days.
Then it was the day. though real struggle was left. Bared pain of burning hell as she knew that end would heavenly pleasant.
She Done it, her endless wait was over and her heart was in her hands. Little one, cute enough to die seven death for.
She was crying most happy tears of her life.
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But Soon her cry turned the most unfortunate, when she realized that her little one is not crying! It was the day which should have never raised.
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