[ WP ] `` Your card has been rejected . ''

`` I'm sorry sir, your card has been rejected.'' The cashier said to me from behind the cash register. She looked tired, but I understood why, I was buying a pregnancy test for my wife at 12 AM. 
 
 
 `` Try it again, I must have five dollars on there.'' I begged her to try again, rejected. Again, rejected. She hands me back my bank card, takes the pregnancy test and places it behind the counter. I leave her to her deserted store and say down on the bench just outside the doors. 
 
 
 There once was a time when I had enough money to buy half a mansion. I had almost everything I could ever want or need. A beautiful wife, a son. Everything. Then there was the accident. My wife had been pregnant for a second time, and had been taking Kyle to his soccer game. He had been so good at soccer. I always told him he'd make it to the big-leagues. He wanted to be a professional soccer player. He had been the smartest, most passionate and loving kid I had ever the chance to meet. He was my son; I'm still proud of him. 
 
 
 
 Julie had been driving, I had been coming to the soccer game a bit late because of a meeting that I could n't avoid, but it rarely happened, so no harm had been done. I did n't get to see Kyle all day, not until he was in the hospital, kept breathing by a horrible sounding machine and had been kept together by bandages. A transport hit them when the brakes on the truck failed and smashed into the car my only family had been in. I watched my wife recover from only a few broken bones, but she lost the child. It was supposed to be a girl. Jenny. We already picked her name. It was devastating when we heard our little girl died, but we tried our best to focus on Kyle and his recovery. 
 
 
 
 I spent all out money keeping him alive while the doctors helped him heal. Nothing was punctured, and they took him off life support immediately, keeping him in a coma to make sure he felt little pain. Everything had been going well, Kyle was making a huge recovery, until they found an infection in one of his burns, after they took the bandages off. The rest of my money was spent on an amputation of his infected arm. I had been unable to work, so no more money was coming in. After all the time it took, after all the money we spent, he died six days after his operation. It was in his bloodstream, and slowly had been killing him. The money did n't matter, it never does, but we lost our boy. I had to quit my job because I was unable to work. Our house is paid off, but we struggle to pay the bills. It's only been four months since we buried him, and my wife and I aw getting through this together, but we, lost two children, all our funds, and now we do n't have enough to buy a pregnancy test. 
 
 
 
 Julie is two weeks late. I love her more than ever, and all I want is to support her. I swore I'd get a job. I promise, Kyle, for you I'll love you're sibling and mother. 
 
 
 
 `` Sir, here. Take it, I'll pay.'' I look up and realize my eyes are blurry, I'd been crying. I stand and hug the woman, and gently tak the test from her hand like my life depended on it. It sure feels like it does. I mutter what seems like a thousand `` thank you'' s and walk back to Julie. She had been waiting for me in the kitchen. We open and use the whole box. 
 
 
 It's positive. They're all positive.
