“Hold on honey! Just a little bit more.” said Micheal who was my husband. Panting I struggled to stay conscious. My strength and sanity were slowly seeping away.

*Plop*

“Waah, waah!“ cried my baby. Currently in the arms of the nurse who helped take the baby out of me. Hmm... I felt that something was wrong with baby. Maybe it just might because my sanity is so low. After this I'm going to mediate, and. My thoughts were caught off when the nurse gasped. “What! What's wrong.” I feared the worst? Was my baby dead, was he crippled, was he disfigured? I thought I delivered the baby right, was it my fault that my child might have to suffer? A tear dropped off my face while I was thinking all of this. “You're child is blind!” cried the nurse. I covered my mouth with my hand weeped while my husband patted on the back trying to calm my nerves down. “Bring him to me.” I said in a cold voice still crying. So when the nurse brought the child to me I looked into it's gray silver eyes that would stare back unblicking. The baby brought up hits hand and tried to wipe away the tears the beast he could. It was my fault that I didn't deliver him with eyesight. Now he won't be able to be memorized by sexy ladies. (The mother wants her step daughter to be sexy ;P) Well, there's nothing less to do for him. All I could do for him is just help him in the way of cultivating. He might not be best fighter, but at least he won't be the worst.