The wail of the infant was incomparable to that of the mother’s. Her shrill screams were not comparable to that of anyone’s. It was a simple thing. She dropped her doll. But instead of getting it, her mom falls apart. She repeats to herself over and over “I’m so tired, I’m so worn.” And then steadily she picks up the baby, she goes to rock it gently, but begins shaking it furiously. The screaming gets louder, the tension rises. Then the baby drops. lying motionless next to the doll. Mom rises and goes to the dresser. She opens it and pulls out a pistol. She kneels next to the bed, and with one shot, she gets to rest forever. Then, a little blonde girl slowly emerges from the corner. Her blue eyes blood shot from the tears that are streaming from her cheeks…