She was 3 weeks old. Maybe she was the one who was supposed to be mine. I want to be able to feel something for that life, the life that wasn't. What did her existence mean, if it had to end in 3 weeks? Was there a purpose to the whole exercise? Why did she show up? And why did she have to leave? And i felt nothing except a mild discomfort. I look at the sky and think... if she was one born still... would that make me the walking dead?