"Can I see them?" She asked the nurse desperatley waiting. It was her second week in hopsital, and already she had started to feel better.
"Of course." The nurse walked out of the room straight away, as if she sensed the question. She looked up, unaware her mother's eyes were set on her. She breathed in heavily and then exhaled. She continued the procedure many more times before forcing words out.
"I want to keep them." She said slowly, knowing this wasn't going to turn out so good. She didn't look up, and continued to stare at the blanket that was spread out in front of her.
"Why?" Her mother finally responded abruptly. Her heart raged with fire and her chest tightened stiffly. She kept her eyes shut and clenched her hands together.
"Why not?" She said with a strike of anger, as she faced her mother, now almost as confidently.
"Why not?" She repeated instantly. Her mother sat up straighter and awkwardly stopped herself from replying. Nurses, doctors and surgeons ran past the room. Although they were disturbed by the noise, she didn't let that get in between the argument that was about to start with her mother. She moved her head closer and sat up properly.
"Well, the thing is..." her mother paused and then fiercly spoke with rage of envy.
"Trish! You're only nineteen! You expect yourself to be able to take care of not only one baby but two? And at the same time? It's impossible!" She threw her hands in the air dramatically as she spoke. Trish's eyes widened.
"What is wrong with you?" Trish sat up straighter, the straightest she could get and started to restrain herself from yelling. She looked her mother deeply in the eye and memorized an unforgettable moment...
"Trish? What's wrong? I've heard these been bad news from the doctor..." Her mother waited desperatley, but could not stand any longer to wait for Trish to turn around. She heard the silent sobs of her daughter and suddenly felt a flash of pain and sadness for her. She rushed over to wrap her arms around her daughter.
"Trish, of course you can tell me. I'm your mother. I'm supposed to know everythi-." She stopped. While she embraced her she reached out and realised, she couldn't wrap around her daughter fully. Her belly was big and round, a large bump was formed. Her eyes almost fell out of their sockets and her head throbbed. Trish turned around and her mother stood backward.
"No. Trish! What have you done to yourself? No, this can't be happening."
She snapped out of the moment and realised her mother was waiting for her to speak.
"No! They are mine! I'm not going to get rid of them!" She narrowed her eyebrows and licked her lips.
"You know what, Trish? You'll be suffering with schooling, no one there for your kids! You won't be pinning the responsibilities on me! Why couldn't you just be normal and choose your choices more wisely in life? When you are old enough!?" Her mother sat back and took a deep breath. She kept her hands in her lap and fixed her tight, neat bun. Trish could see white hairs sprouting out of the top of her mother's head.
"I could never replace my babies with others. Do you expect me to do that? This is supposed to me my choice, ok? You can't live my life for me." Trish finally started to relax when her mother jumped another few words in.
"You're still wrong. You aren't following my lead about putting them up for adoption, so now you'll have to suffer. It's only the best for everyone." She got up and walked to the door, stopping halfway. Trish's eyes opened widely that all anyone was able to see was white.
"This would only be the best for you, mum." Her mother turned around and looked at her firmly. Trish held her stomach and looked down.
"I don't want you anywhere near them. Get out!" Trish pointed to the door and her eyes started to water, although they didn't contain any tears. Her mum simply walked out, as if she didn't care at all.
At that moment, the nurse arrived with the twins. They were each in their own trolleys and were dressed in baby pink jumpsuits, beanies and matching booties. She let them lay in her arms while the dozed off. She kissed them lightly on the cheeks and cried in happiness. She hugged them tightly.
"Miss Benson?" Trish looked up at a new lady in a green uniform. The nurse stood at the door softly teary-eyed. The woman came through, shocking Trish. She snatched one of the twins in one hand and abruptly took the other. She did not even dare look at Trish.
"Excuse me? Where are you taking them?" Trish immediately sat up from the hospital bed.
"You're decision was final." The woman bowled her head and walked out the door with the twins.
"What decision? Give them back to me!" She screamed, ripping the blankets off and trying to run to the door, crying hardly when many tears were already falling down. She looked to her left as she was slowly bending her knees. There stood her mother, stern and straight. Her mother's eyes watered, although she didn't cry. Trish felt the back of her neck. She felt beads of sweat trickling down her back. Suddenly she could only see blur, and she slowly fell where she could feel cold tiles filling the uncovered spots of her body.