It was forty-three days after she came to be that the first spark began.
Nothing more than a flicker; the sort of thing doctors measure to make blanket statements. Alive. Dead.
She was alive. She was nothing more than a cluster of cells, and on the internet people kept comparing her to food stuffs. Small as a pea. Small as a pomegranate seed. As though I were a farmer of specifically minuscule produce and not a pregnant woman.