Standing up here I can see my life flash before my eyes. I see my childhood, my teens, my wedding, and my children. I see myself as I fall, and fall; all the things I did that were bad: the crazy late-night parties, losing my virginity with my husband, that thought made me smile, that, however, was so, so good. I seem to be falling so slowly, or thinking really fast. I think about and see my husband lying in bed, looking scrumptious. I see my 17-year-old son and my adorable eight-year-old daughter. What will they say? What will they think? Do they still love me? A second too late I realize my mistake. No! I do love them, I love my husband, and I want another child, a son. What am I to do? Why did I have to jump to realize this? I will miss them as I leave, I am missing them.
Crunch! I hit the ground in a splattering thud. All is lost, all is gone. No more kids, no more sitting, laying, laughing with my husband, my love. All is lost and I am alone, it is black, and I feel nothing. After a moment I come to and see my husband lying next to me. Sitting up I realize I had only fell asleep. Turning over next to him, I kiss him awake and tell him I want another son. “I love you, Nathanial.”
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Submission Name: Roof
