"Carmella you have to rest dear," said a worried Margaret at the young girl who lay like a statue for the last three hours, staring at a distant tree outside the window of her room. "Try to get some sleep."

"Why did my baby go back to God, Margaret? I could have taken care of it," said Carmella, without a blink of her eyes, as if in a trance.

"It will come back again to you, dear, try to close your eyes and get some sleep," said Margaret, sitting on the side of the bed and stroking her hair.

"I can't sleep, Margaret. I wanted to hold my baby to...