Am I dead? Am I alive? I wish I could know. I hear people speaking above me but my eyes won’t open. It’s like I was buried alive, or someone glued my eyes shut. Mama? Mama is that you? “Hi baby. You can’t hear me, I know. I just wanted to see your beautiful face and explain what’s going on. You aren’t gone yet baby. Keep fighting. If this has become enough for you-” I heard sobs coming from my mother. “You can let go if you need to baby.” I’m right here Mama, please don’t cry. “I miss you honey.” Suddenly I hear beeping and another cry from my Mama saying, “We need a doctor!!” Then some more cries and footsteps rushing in. “Hi Mama.’’