Amanda took in
the sight before her, not that it was a new one but it was a respite from the
white and different shades of blue that characterized the pediatric ward and
the smell of drugs she had so gotten used to the past few years. As she stared
out the window, she still remembered with surprising accuracy the events that
led her to this point.
It was four
years ago, and she had a picture perfect life, loving husband and a healthy
four year old son, they had been trying for another baby as soon as Poju her
son had clocked two, all to no avail.