“As I stood over her and spent those last few minutes with her, blood was cascading down my legs and onto the floor. I didn't care - my womb was crying. Everything about me was crying. Watching them wheel her away broke me. My life ended then and there."
Some of their friends commented on how much they looked alike, talked alike, walked alike, and one even remarked that the two were “fighting like brothers.”
"When did being mean to someone you’ve never met and who hasn’t personally offended you become the normal thing to do to pass time while you’re waiting in the doctor’s office or in line at the bank?"
Between the shifty eye contact, nervous hair twirls, and uncomfortable squirming in their seats, it's obvious this was an experience these people were NOT used to.
