Christine. Hey! Hellow? Christine! Why can't I hear you darling? Look! I have got pancakes for you. Come on now! Wake up! Where is my morning kiss, honey?
Christine! How lame is it for you to stay numb. You have heard my cry for your smile. Haven't you?
( Christine wasn't her child )
Christine! I need to bread your hair. Hurry up for school! Darling! Come over! Hurry up! I have baked your favorite cake. I have packed your juice and lunch.
Christine? Wake up honey! Your bus is delayed by 5 mins. Come on! Hug me tight. Maa loves you, darling.
( No one was in the room )
Christine. No! No! No! No! No! Did you leave No? No! I can still hear your heartbeat. Look! Look! She is waving. No Doctor! She is smiling. ( She was screaming terribly ) ... (There was no doctor)
Who was Christine? If not a doctor, who was she yelling at? . . . Christine was the doll, she herself made for her first child. 10 years and she still hasn't overcome her daughter's loss. No! It wasn't the doctor but the voices that still hold her.