I had a beautiful flower in my tummy, I thought I would be getting a fruit very yummy. He was about to be my identity but, I got cursed by the term 'fertility'. That was a totally strange feeling like, inside me, someone was fighting. I thought he would become a lawyer but, he turned out to be a warrior. My ears are still craving to hear 'mom', I thought I would call him by the name 'My Talking Tom'. I was unknown that one day his body will remain but I would never get him alive, and by the time, I would meet him, he would've gone on a long drive. That time something got dropped and Broked in my stomach, but I didn't hear. He needed help but, that particular time I didn't felt. When I realised, as if my body remained stable and my soul also cried but, I swear with a lot of efforts I tried. Until a while ago, he was alive like a bud of a flower but, not able to fight because had not enough power. He was cute but I didn't know that, was also ready to mute. I am still shocked that either I could not be a good mother or he was not a capable son. Might I didn't get this boon to be a mother and don't wanna try for this any further, because I can't suffer by this grief and pain, it's like a havoc has stuck my heart. I can't bear the pain of losing another child of my own and can't take one more curse given by him. This happened because it's all my own sin. Sorry, my baby I didn't let you win.