by Charlotte Benz
Clutching my newborn baby boy, I could feel my heart thumping my chest so vigorously that I thought it’d wake him. I took a deep breath and gently touched his delicate face. I glanced up then at my beautiful little girl, still only a toddler; precious and innocent.
The world outside passed by as the train led us to new unfamiliar horizons. The world within me, my world, had come to an end. This was the day my old life had reached its disturbing crescendo and expired.
I had pretended to be happy so convincingly, that I had even fooled myself. I realise now that Life is never fooled, it listens to even the faintest murmur of desire. And the core of me deeply desired a profound life...