“She remembered the day vividly, for how can you forget the day your heart is broken?  The funny thing about a broken heart is that it’s not fatal.  Though you wish in vain that it were, life continues on and you have no choice but to continue on with it.  You take the hand that fate has dealt you and you press forward because there is nothing else that can be done.

That same heart that lay within her breast had known for months that something was not right.  Keller was a part of her, made from some mystical sphere that bequeathed him with a portion of her genetic make-up.  Instinctively, that core tissue that had helped sustain his life during the nine months she had carried him had recognized the deficiency within.  She knew him beyond his cherub round face, knew him beyond his sturdy little body, beyond his blue eyes and dimpled smile, to a depth that alerted her to any danger her offspring was in.

As many times as she was told nothing was wrong with Keller, she would hear a whispering within that it was not so.  He is not right, the voice would counsel.  There is something wrong with him, it would insist.”