My Child
MY CHILD Once again I woke up screaming and in a cold sweat, the thin gown clinging to my pain ravaged body. And as before the nurse rushed in to sedate me and hold my hand until I calmed down. A tearful drama repeated several times so far. The needle pierced my arm and she held me tightly as I cry incoherently in her arms. ?Oh Jessica? she would whisper as I cried silently in her hair, ?Its ok I’m here baby.? Her name was...