cells were recalibrating, my nervous system unwinding, and my muscles relaxing. The tension that

ack into its tranquil course. My heartbeat slowed, my breathing deepened, and my mind

on a summer day. My thoughts were no longer clouded by the emotional turmoil, and I

he storm to pass. And now, with the calm after the storm, I fel

enveloped me, usually a comforting smell. But today, it hit my senses like a ton of bric

was too late. My body had already reacted, my gut churning with a sudden wave of

cy. I barely made it to the toilet before my body expelled the conte

reeling with frustration. Why now? I thought, my head spinning. I had th

heard a gentle knock on the bathroom door. I groggily opened my

d apologetic. "I saw you rush into the bathroom and I tho

y breath. "No, no, I'm fine," I managed

ed sympathetically. "You are a doctor, Mirabel you shou

I instinctively clutched my stomach. The mere suggestion sent my

regnant? How could that be? I wasn't ready, I wasn't prepared. The thoug

h questions and doubts, my heart fluttering like a bird in my chest. I felt like my whole

sbelief. "It can't be. I'm not ready for this."

room, a small bag clutched in her hand. "Here, I got these for y

om her, my hands shaking like leaves. I didn't want to know, did

ng time bomb in my hand. I couldn't bear the thought of be

ith fears and doubts. What if I was? What if

like an eternity. I felt like I was standing on the

y heart sank, my world crashing down around me. The little

weight of my own fears. I slid down the wall, the

ppressed to a mere whisper, as if I was afraid to let the world hear my pain. I doubled over, my fists c

racking with sorrow. "Take it away. Tak

eeling with the weight of my predicament. I felt like I w

my voice barely audible. "Why

rrent of grief. I was a mother, yet I felt like a child, lost a

was only me, alone with my f