I Bought Lunch for a Pregnant Mother with a Small Boy – The Next M0rning, My Yard Was Filled with Baby Cribs, and I Screamed When I Looked Inside One

2:17 p.m.

Such an ordinary time.

People were buying groceries. Children were getting out of school. Someone, somewhere, was probably complaining about traffic.

At 2:17, a doctor sat beside me and said, « I’m sorry. We couldn’t save Helen. »

My only child was thirty-two.

I was fifty-five.

And suddenly, I had no idea who I was supposed to be anymore.