The labour was horrible. It was long, more painful each minute, and Angelica wasn’t prepared. she hated the hospital..it reminded her of mom, of Tina…wasting away in this shithole sterilized piss-place. Angelica regard the nurses with suspiscious and hated the white bright lights and the couple beside seperated by a curtain cooing over their second baby, their second little monster. Monsters…all children are monsters…look at herself, Angelica was the worst of them all. Ungrateful, selfish, bull-headed, sad, angsty, and too old for her own sake. Angelica had mixed feelings about her baby, she was going to have it no question….but what now? At least she wasn’t going to school, but that mean’t doing crappy jobs for a few years till her baby was old enough to be put in daycare. Then Angelica wanted to finish high School, by correspondance though…no ***** way was she going to enter a high school again. It lasted for hours… 63 in fact. angelica thought she would tear in half, and she did in a way. Her ***** was in pieces so they sewed her up and she was so swollen it felt like she was wearing an old-fashioned pad. She couldn’t pee she was so swollen. And her baby……her little girl. Angelica had refused to find out the *****, so when she heard the shrill cry of her baby she wondered what it was…”you have a little daughter!!!” Angelica looked with half-lidded eyes…her girl was small wrinkly pasty-looking bloody slimy alien-looking loud……absolutely beautiful. Angelica fell in love right then and there. Maria was beside her half-laughing half-choking-half-crying with joy and terror. She had helped hold back one of Angie’s leg as she pushed, pushed hard to get that baby out of her. It felt likel a huge pressure on her bladder on everything, Angie swore she ***** while pushing. Her baby….her daughter…Angelica felt tears spilling down her face when they placed her on her chest after looking her over. Angelica looked at her….little dots were spotted all over her face, she was black but with Tina’s eyes…the shape of her eyes the structure….it was Tina’s. Angelica swallowed, the tears still coming. Her baby opened it’s eyes a bit and looked straight into Angie’s…and it was confirmed, the newborn found it’s mother…they locked eyes and the cycle of life went on. And a duaghter….Angelica didn’t want to ***** up her daughter, there were too many fucked up daughters in the world.  And the baby’s name? Fleur….but what about her last name? It would not be Porter…nor Kennard…it had to be something different. Angelica didn’t know why but she felt this way, it was to be this way. She had recently read a book called “tracks” by louise erdrich, one of the characters was a female with toughness a part of her brain it seemed. Angelica decided she was going to name her child after that character…her baby was tough for enduring all that squeezing for hours and hours….Angelica knew her child would be a handful, a tough cookie….Angelica was so in love.