IN HER DREAMS

She screamed in agony and excruciating pain as the old mid wife encouraged her to give one more push.She knew she was not going to make it but giving in everything she had she gave one last push and that did it, her body gave up and she could feel her soul drifting away. The pale looking baby gave out a curt cry as the midwife held it in her wrinkled hands.''let me look at her'' the young lady lying on the bed of straw barely whispered.she looked void of life and miserable. Life decided to turn its back to her. A trickle of tear ran down her left cheek as she stared down at the tiny being in her arms, with so much love and affection. her hair dark, curly and soft, she had bright green eyes that seemed to sparkle with something untold in them.Madeline wished she could give her daughter the life she deserved. but she couldn't. ''winter, i'll call her winter.please rosario, take care of her....i..i..want you to look out for her..and when the time is right, tell her everything'' Was all madeline managed to say before she handed her child to the midwife, Rosario, and fell back onto the bed and breathed her last. The old midwife looked outside the tiny window of her little cottage and saw them approaching, what she feared. Not long after, she heard a hard knock on the door.she quickly rushed to open the door as she placed the baby into its cot. ''where is the baby?'' A tall man with dark hair asked, with a hint of impatience in his voice. ''won't you even ask about madeline, james'' Rosario asked, her blue eyes spelling anger at the man who seemingly is unaffected by it. ''I don't care about that poor lowlife. just give the child to me. now!'' The man demanded, his eyes now turning to a deep shade of red. Rosario reluctantly carried the baby, who was now wrapped in a white blanklet, from it's cot and gave it to it's father, James Marlow.