The room was dark and busy. There were six other people fussing around me- my mother, my sister Cynthia, a nurse and three other people I couldn't place. I was so tired but the pain wouldn't let up. I had been I labour for hours but still there was no baby. Suddenly there it was. A small cry. My mother's face never changed from the dark anger and disappointment that had clouded it for months.
"A beautiful girl." The nurse said as she passed me my daughter.
"Hello beautiful." I whispered as I kissed her small head. She smelled so lovely. "Elizabeth."
"Give her to me." My mother ordered. I shook my head and held Elizabeth close to my beating heart but my mother prised her out of my hands and simply walked off with my daughter, I knew then I would never see her again.