I was sick real sick. My mom is here. She crys. I try to compfort her. My mom holds me. A prick. A sudden sharp pain. It gets black. A light. No more pain. I try to tell them I'm ok but it's to late. I am gone. I am lifted on to grass. Am I home? I am welcomed. Here I sit in my new home. Waiting. Waiting for my mommy to join me.