I felt dead inside, the room felt empty though I had my family and my husband. I looked at myself son's small lifeless body, it felt like deja vu when I lost my first child. Wilhelm Marlon Müller, my son came three months two early and his little lungs could not support his breathing. Hans and I would be burying our third child and I was done with everything, it seemed as if the universe enjoyed our suffering.
"Mrs. Müller, I'm sorry but we have to take the corpse to the morgue". The nurse said taking my baby before leaving the room. I didn't even have the energy to cry.
A month went after Wilhelm's funeral, Hans had suggested that we try for another child but I refused. I couldn't go through the pain of losing another child. I had just put Heinrich down for a nap and decided to have so
