March 16,1988

Sharp at 6 in the morning of spring a newborn's cries filled the hospital.

Her mother smiled brightly with tears in her eyes, tears of absolute happiness. She couldn't stop looking at the bundle of joy in her arms. She didn't want to take her eyes of her child, but the exhaustion of child birth took over and she succumbed into darkness.

She woke up to a nurse humming while fondly looking over her kid. The nurse turned over and greeted her with a smile.

"Such a beautiful baby girl." the nurse said with the baby in her arms now.

The nurse went over to the mother and looked into her eyes, "Name her Abella Swift." she said and handed over the baby to the mother.