"Congratulations, Theresa, it's a girl!" I heard the funny-looking blue

guy with a cup on his face say.

She looked at me, she was hot. Sweaty.

Her sparkling blue eyes watered a little.

"You're beautiful!" she said

There was so much I wanted to say to her ...

"So, what's my name. What do I call you?" I asked.

"Your name will be Amanda Rose ... the rose represents your precious

little life. May you forever be so beautiful ..."

"But what about you (I asked). What do I call you?"

She looked at me and shook her head.

"Soon, darling, you'll have someone to take my place. I don't need to

have a name. You won't be remembering me."

I was confused. What was I to say to this woman, holding me so

secure, like she'd never let me go ...

"Why don't you want me?" I asked.

"What did I do? Did I not come out right? Am I not what you expected?

Am I dumb ...?"

"You never did anything. You're perfect. I don't think I'd ever be able

to tell you why I'm doing this. I don't think you're understand ...

You'd have to be in my shoes, babe, believe me, though, I do love you,

I always will."

Her words sent a wave of horror through my heart.

She wept uncontrollably, someone brought in papers for her to sign.

The blue-masked man took me away.

Though neither my mother nor I said a word that day, we both

cried.

We both felt good-bye.