The surgery seems to be going fine. The docter operating on Michelle has located the tumor, and is now working on extracting it from her heart. She works slow and precisely, a wrong move deadly.
Just as everything seems ok, Michelle's heart beat becomes slower and slower. It seems as if it's traveling to an almost...halt.
"She flat lined!" The docter exclaimed, and the work to restart Michelle's heart begins.
I'm in a meadow, surrounded by tall grass and horses of all colors. A dog is curled up on the warm ground beside me as the sun beats down. I run my hand through it's fur, before a flash of light blinds me.
Now, I'm in a solid white room that seems to be endless in size. I look down at myself to realize I'm no longer in jeans and Joey's shirt, but a solid white dress. My hair is down, waves of curls surrounding my face. Where am I?
I hear a sound, like a door opening. I turn to the direction of it, and se two forms coming in from the distance. I wait in fear of who it might be. When I see them, my breathing hitches in my throat. I'm able to studder, "M-Mommy? D-Daddy?"
My parents, dressed in all white as well, are ten feet away from me. I run forward, and my daddy kneels down. I throw my arms around his neck, and embrace my father for the first time.
His arms are warm and strong, just like my brothers. I feel safe and protected when I'm near him, and his warmth is calming. I feel his lips on my cheek, then he pulls away to set me on my feet.
My mother is so different yet so alike with her hug. She warm, but her embrace is still soft no matter how tight she holds me. I look into her face and see my brothers. Her hair she gave to all three, but she looks most like Kevy. Her eyes are warm and loving.
Mom sets me down, and I'm immediately pulled onto my father's lap. Mom sits in front of us, and I finally talk. "Where am I? How are you here?"
"You're at your path's crossroads," Dad said softly. His voice was as soft as my brothers' had described it.
"Why...Why did you give me up?" I whisper. I need to know.
"Baby, we're so sorry," Mom says. I look up to see that she has tears in her eyes. "When I had you, you were no more than five months along. The docters told me that you had less than a twenty-five percent survival rate. And then I thought of the boys, who didn't even know I was pregnant. I didn't want to get their hopes up of having a little sister, then you pass away.
"And after that, you were put in foster care, and I wanted you back. But I didn't know how to tell our sons how I had just given you up. I cried for nights on end, and searched for you. We couldn't find you anywhere. We searched and searched. We found you...two days before the crash."
I wiped away a tear that had made its way out of my eye. "We love you Michelle, and we wish we could have saved you from everything you went through. You don't deserve that, no one does. We want you to know that we are looking out for you and your brothers...but now you have a choice."
My father stood me up, then rose to his feet. "You can return to your brothers, or continue on to heaven with us." I went silent, eyes wide. "We love you, but we want to encourage you to go back. Kevin, Joe, and Nick need you. They can't survive unless you are with them."
Parents or brothers? I'm happy to be with my parents, I want to talk to them and ask them questions. They are more than I could ever have imagined. But my brothers are my protecters. They always put me before themselves. They hold me, sing to me, and love me.
"Have you decided sweetheart?" Mom asks softly.
I look up at my parents, tears flowing.
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