The day my brother was born. (true story)

Three weeks later her mother would die, but my mom didn't know that at the time.

She knew a couple of things: #1 she was going to give birth to her first child momentarily; #2 her husband had been checked into the hospital at the same time she was with a serious flu that led to dangerous dehydration.

She wasn't concerned about her husband. She was concerned about herself. There was nobody with her. No encouraging words, no support- so she lay in her hospital bed and let her self cry. She was going to do this alone.

The door opened.

Her father walked in and came to her side. She had not called him, no one had. He had driven from his home 2 hours away. He had called the hospital when he got to her house and she was not there.

All she could manage was, "what are you doing here?"

"I just knew you needed me."