The pain hit to the pits of her stomach,

feeling like a million knives twisting and stabbing at

her.

It was too much to bear.

‘ I can’t do this. I can’t.’

” You can. Just one more push.”

With all her might and strength, she pushed.

A baby’s cries filled the room.

“A lovely, handsome boy. Here hold him.”

She refused to.

She couldn’t bring herself to.

She cried.

The baby is a reminder of the atrocity done to her.

On that fateful day, coming home from a party.

Got raped and beaten half to death.

It was a miracle she survived.

She knows that she won’t bring herself to love him.

And she didn’t want to resent him for it.

She didn’t want to raise him with anger and hate.

‘Someone is going to love you and

be a better parent to you,’ she said without

looking at him in that little cubicle.

She packed her belongings, the stitches making

everything else harder

and sneakily exiled the ward.

And without looking back , she left the hospital.

Her offspring crying out to her,

Not knowing he had her beautiful eyes.