On a sweltering humid July day, she was escorted by her best friend, they walked through whispered prayers into a beige brick one story building, then laid on a padded table in a cool gray room, her goosebumps rose as she waited in a mint-green cotton gown, her shallow breath in and out, her mouth and throat dry, she looked up at overhead glaring lights, she's God's own, she felt she couldn't tell her Mom, a searing secret bitter on her tongue, fragments of jagged thoughts cutting, her psyche sweating cold through her forehead. Flashes of kindergarten in her eighteen year old mind, then, waves of utter pain, her heart pounding, a sudden stillness, an emptiness, God's own ~ another of God's own.