“Ashley Masters anxiously sat on a bench in the maternity ward of Memorial Hospital, resting her elbows on her knees and tapping one foot on the floor. She was wearing blue jeans, a white halter-top and cream flat shoes. Her light brown hair , though shoulder-length, appeared darker as if she had not washed it in three days. Ashley also looked tired however; it was in the wee hours of the morning. A nurse passed by and asked, “Are you all right?” Her voice sounded sentimental. Ashley looked up at the nurse and tried to smile.
With a hint of a Spanish accent she replied, “My mother is having a baby.” The nurse knelt down to eye level, reassuring the young girl that everything will be okay, patting one of her shoulders.
“Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl,” the nurse smiled, her face looked soft.
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