ASHLEY 

The sky was blue, the clouds were fluffy, and the gentle breeze rustled my dress. The air carried a warm scent of spring and flowers, while I rocked my ray of sunshine wrapped in a pink shawl.

Life was perfect.

At eighteen days old, the doctors cleared my daughter to go home. 

I smiled down at my daughter, holding her firmly in my arms. Her little breaths were rhythmic, syncing with my every heartbeat. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were still that metallic ...