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hunched over the crib once more, tabitha cried. tears spilled into soft sheets, as she clung onto an empty crib. she’d lost count of the amount of times she’d done it this week. her child was gone , gone from ever having a chance at life, gone from being held within her arms. a striking pain hit her, slashing her in the heart, she’d only lost the child a few days ago, yet the agony was near unbearable. tabitha felt weak , only able to stare into the vacant cradle.
her dear husband wren, stayed by her side as she cried herself into sleep. she was taken into wren’s arms, comforted as she sobbed. the wails she let out could only break his heart, smashing it into tiny fragile pieces. she always reminded him that he was loved. whether it’d be verbally affirming it, or even slipping little notes of love into his lunch for the day, he knew he was cherished in tabitha’s heart. he could always fix something, but he couldn’t fix this, no matter how much money was thrown.
tabitha could recall the day, the test indicating she was positive to have a child. she smiled and laughed, tears of joy flowed as she informed wren of the news. she remembered going out to buy the necessary items, following guides to a perfect pregnancy, and thanking whatever divine being gifted her this perfect present.
now, tabitha could only loom over the cradle built, it was empty, as if mocking the sorrow she faced. the books brought to read the child were open, the material used to comfort the woman. she read them, and analyzed the pictures. the colors and fun characters within, all of it was made for children. the child she couldn’t even have.
everything in that room was what life could’ve been, a warm happy family. a smiling mother, a proud father, and a child.
only now, a tearful mother, an overworked father, and an unborn baby lived within the home.
it all disappeared so quickly, falling like sand between her hands. unable to hold and grasp it tightly, it all fell. the idea of a perfect fairytale always stayed in tabitha’s mind, from when she first met wren, in that library years ago, to them sharing an apartment, to their wedding full of love. she felt so blessed, but now she felt as god ignored her. still, tabitha knew nothing could’ve been perfect, because of her head stuck in a fairytale dream, she ignored all the bad.
poor tabitha harris, how she wept against the empty cradle, sobbing for her child.