I woke up in a room i couldnt understand.My brain was clogged.On my left was a table with a local daily newspaper.The headlines brought my mind back to senses."Groom dies on wedding day''.
Trying to raise my back brought impulses to my lower abdomen.what was wrong with me?.I came to realize i was at the hosipital.i rang the bell and a nurse came running.Why am i here?.you had a misscarriage yesterday but you are ok.whaat i had lost two valuable things in my life.
I had lost my love and now my baby how could i come to terms with that now?.I was later taken home.Everyone i met was sympathetic with me.
Eddy being a muslim he had been burried in my absence and i was shown to his grave. My love was gone but not forgotten
***THE END OF SESSION 1***
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