Modern Society

She sat on her bed with her legs crossed, and a scrapbook open on her lap. She turned the page and felt a pang of sadness. She stared at the photograph, the image showing a young woman with a bright smile, cradling a baby. A tear slipped out as she gazed at the image of herself, sixteen years before today. Everything was so much easier when she was young, the hardest decision she'd have to make was which crayon to use next. A sorrowful smile appeared on her face as she closed the scrapbook. She got up from her bed and placed the book back on her top shelf. Sitting back down, she placed a hand on her tummy and rubbed it gently. Nine months...