Birth - was it as subtle as death now looks.

Sister Nancy in her late forties could never sleep the nights. Most of the times she worked the nights, rest she spent in the church. That night Jesus glowed and she cried.

Although she tagged the baby as Number 24, she thought of a name and asked Jesus to take care of her. She had helped delivered more than six thousand babies in the last 20 years of her service, but she knew this one was special.

"Nancy, Nancy," the nurse from the night shift called out as she entered to resume her duties, " that mother of Number of 24 did not survive the night, Dr. Meeta is waiting for you, I have to rush, you know I have to cook the meals for my husband, bye, rush, don't stand there, what's wrong, are you ok?"

"Yes." 

Life - What would define it? Words?