Maybe it's the Virgin Mary, but I'm not Catholic. Or a nun. Or an angel. Maybe it is me. I always knew part of me would never leave that room after the baby died. She was such a pretty, happy little baby. And she got sick so fast and then she was gone. I thought it would be all right. Why, she smiled at me just a while before she stopped breathing. It was different back then. We didn't have all these fancy hospitals. Just an old country doctor. Babies were born at home back then and sometimes they died at home. I'm glad I came back after all these years. Glad to see this miracle through the nursery window. Now I know my little girl is not alone.