Though everything that happened and all the consequent trials leading to complete failure, ANJIE tried. Actually she is still trying so hard to have something maybe she won't even have no matter how much she tries, because it might not be written down in her fate.

            The water was incredibly warm and the atmosphere was relaxing, so she just laid her head back on the bathtub enjoying the steam cloud.

            The picture in that spot is not as bright and clear as it was few minutes ago. Things around seem to be blurry, she thought at this point: "it might be due to my bad vision; things are always blurry when I don't have my glasses on".

Trying so hard to clear her vision she wasn't able to see anything farther than the shower which was less than one meter and a half far.

            Anjie was now very exhausted and things were fading for real, she knew she can't do it no more, she's going to black out anyway at the end.

She gathered her remaining strength and called her husband. All the husband could hear was the echo of her weak voice behind the locked door. He looked for some tool and opened the door quickly, grabbed her hand and helped her finish her bath.

It didn't end up good. Anjie was blacking out for real this time, so he had to put her down in order to get some help before she faints and he won't be able to drive her to the hospital.

            All the neighbor could hear was somebody banging hard on her door. She ran to the door to find the neighbor across from her standing with his bare feet.

"She just fainted", the husband said.

"Who fainted?" the neighbor asked.

"Anjie, Anjie fainted", the husband answered.

The neighbor ran into Anjie's house able o hear her accelerated heart beats more than her feet steps. She found her rapped with a towel relying on the toilet seat. The bathroom floor was bloody. At this point she tried to help her breath as she was running out of breath.

It was a cold day; so she couldn't open the window because of the possibility that Anjie might get sick with that warm body and wet hair. At the same time, it won't be such a rational decision to open the door since Anjie's kids would panic if they see their mom in this situation.

"Are you ok, dear?", the neighbor asked.

Anjie shook her head with a yes gesture.

Anjie was crying of pain at this point.

The neighbor, who always liked this nice young lady and close friend, was terrified as soon as the idea dug deep in her head: "We might lose Anjie. Then we would have all those kids left behind with no mom!".

Anjie wasn't so big but she was losing control over her movement and the husband needed some assistance to put her in the car.

            While Anjie was laying on the car seat trying not to lose consciousness completely, all she felt was the cold breeze from the car window next to her head catching the tips of her wet hair. She also felt the neighbor's cold hands from behind massaging her cheeks to maintain her awake ness. She recalled hearing her husband all the time waking her up: "Anjie stay with me, don't go to sleep".

            They checked her and found out that this baby wasn't meant to see the light. The doctor said: "it's dead; we need an immediate operation to get her rid of whatever is left from it".

            Until now, the neighbor can see the blood every time she looks at the bathroom's floor and can feel herself bleeding when she sees Anjie, the same way she saw herself bleeding few years ago.

She still even feels that stinky smell of fresh blood approaching her nose.