( WP ) The first sentence has to be the same as the last sentence , but the ending has to catch the reader off guard .

`` I do n't want you to go.'' I said while taking in her lovely scent and the morning sunshine through the curtains. `` It's getting late, baby. You need to take care of the kids.'' I do, they're waiting down stairs. I think I heard some crying. `` Just a few more minutes?'' She giggled into my chest, `` No, no more. There's no more time.'' She pushed away playfully, but I held onto her hand. `` No more time!'' she said, pulling away. My heart sank. 
 
 The first time we'd ever kissed was in six grade. She ran up to me during recess and stuck her tongue in my mouth. Then she gave me a bag of cookies her mom packed for lunch, for my troubles. She was always brave like that. 
 
 She was brave now. A car had merged from the ramp too quickly and she swerved off the road. A piece of metal had sliced up her kidneys and part of her spine. When the nurse saw the kids there were tears in her eyes. The hospital kept her on dialysis until we could come to the hospital, and then a little bit longer while we said our goodbyes. The kids and I had spent the night. 
 
 The kids were in denial at first. They had seen her smiling and her smile made them thought everything would be alright like it always had. No matter what the doctor said, mommy was smiling. And then they were angry and then they were hurt. By the time the sun rose they had tired out. Sally, my oldest, took Kurt by the hand and they left. The kids should n't have to see this we thought. It's better if they do n't. 
 
 Then it was just us. This whole time I barely said anything. She'd been telling me how to take care of the kids. Sally had a boyfriend I never knew about. She did n't want to tell me because Sally thought I would n't like him. But I need to trust him, because he's a good boy and I'm overprotective. Kurt can already read. She'd been helping him memorize a poem for my birthday. `` If'' by Kipling. It was a good father to son poem she said, especially for two emotional wrecks like us. But it was long and they have n't finished. She wants me to finish it with him. It would be good for us she said, for the both of us, when she's gone. 
 
 Then she was done. My heart almost stopped. `` It hurts baby.'' She'd been toning down the morphine so she could remember what she'd wanted to say, `` I do n't think I can take it anymore.'' I cried into her shoulder and she stroked my hair. I put my lips to her forehead but I could n't keep them from quivering. She giggled at my attempt to kiss her for the last time. 
 
 As the machines slowed down, she sighed with relief. Her hand was still clutching mine. `` I do n't want you to go.''
