SIXTY EIGHT: SAFE

[SHAIRA's POINT OF VIEW]

Time seemed to slip through my fingers like grains of sand, and it had already been a month since we last saw her in that hospital room. I couldn't help but wonder where she was now, and I hoped with all my heart that she had learned from her mistakes and wouldn't repeat the same destructive patterns. I wished her well, hoping she had found a path that would lead to a life of growth and happiness.

But amidst my thoughts for her, a twinge of worry crept into my mind. I couldn't help but think about the what-ifs, about the possibility of experiencing a similar misfortune in my own life. The fear of losing my own baby haunted me, casting a shadow of doubt over the joy and anticipation I should have been feeling.