When I came to my senses, I blankly stared at the ceiling. I felt like all hope was gone. I felt like I had no strength left.

I wanted to cry again, but no tears dropped. I was too tired to even cry.

It was sunny outside, it must've been day already, but I felt like dark clouds covered the place.

My hand slowly and hurtfully reached to my stomach where my child's heart should have been beating. It rested there for a while.

My eyes widened and I suddenly sat up on my bed when I felt it. A heartbeat. It was frail and low, but I felt it....