18.

The sun was shining brightly on a warm spring morning. The birds were singing, and people were walking and talking. I was walking out of the local café with donuts for breakfast when I felt a pain.

"Ow!" I bent over, holding my stomach.

"What's wrong??"

"It's time."

Rushing to the car, we got in and headed for the hospital. Once there, we parked and rushed inside.

"Violet Mizanin. We called from the car." Mike hurriedly told the receptionist.

"Right this way." She said, as I was sat in a wheelchair.