[ WP ] In 200 words or less tell someone 's life-story .

She was n't crying. 
 
 We `` knew'' this would happen. They told us that things looked bad; that's why we rushed into the delivery room. But somewhere inside we had held onto hope. That only made it worse. 
 
 She wo n't keep us up at night, or make messes, or tell us she hates us. She wo n't ask me to hold her hand, or ask mom to do her hair. If someone was going to write a story about her life, it'd be a short story. 120 words or less. 
 
 I ca n't even tell you her name. Not because we did n't pick one; we did. But I'm keeping her name inside. I ca n't let it go. I do n't want to lose it. 
 

