The baby was born, on that dreadful night, the windows were shaking, and teenage girl full of fright. She released the child, out of her presence, only to fill, the air with that dolling escence. Three years later, the baby is waiting in the long line, with her 18 year old mother, holding the Lord's sign. The mother gripped the cross so tightly, and began to pray, thinking about, what it would be like without the chld for a day. She could go to college, and meet new people, or go partying, or to the church steeple. Only opening her eyes, to see the cries, and realizes of her lies. She has no loved ones, but the baby itself, should she give it up, to the adoption shelf? She tried to leave, but the woman grabbed her arm, told her a story, about how the baby she would harm. The mother pulled away, being scared, and ran out the door, and the car was there. It drove extra fast, couldn't slam its breaks, and then the baby whined, and the girl screamed FOR GOD SAKES! She flew through the air, the baby under the car, she screamed, as she landed on the tar. The baby was feet away, she tried to reach, only to realize, that was the baby's last day.
