It’s her birthday. Downhearted, she is just sitting quietly in her room. She peeps through the window; everyone is busy at the veranda and visitors are coming in. "It’s time." She thought. Clouded by her wicked past, she grabs the death pills to take. Suddenly, a cry of a newborn baby resounds like a premonition. And the pills drop on the floor.#penit #shortstory