Hana -1

Aabel Tulliver, shortly Hana, a girl born with a different destiny. The doctors were few and Haren had to deliver a baby. She had to walk for two days with a slight pain for normal delivery, to get away from ceaser. She, scoffed, breathed deep, walked with effort with her just twenty-six-kilograms of weight, the weight that surfaced the temperature of the medicos at the clinic. Weak, pale women whose looks pertain more to south Asians, did walk and the pain reached the point when her few minutes to death neared by. Haren and her baby were ready for the other world in five minutes leaving her family members confounded and anxious. Those steps of shoes and sandals rushed in minutes of five, pulling the stretcher to the theatre. It was caecer.

The doctor's punctuality, something Hana blames every time she detests her life.Hana, the first granddaughter, the baby who won life over death, who, as her mother thinks and thanks her every moment was born. It all went like an interesting Korean drama. God above, eating white grapes, immersed in heavenly Series and a few flicks, accidentally left his pen of fate in a soup, took it shaken it with a few drops to fall on Hana's sheet of destiny, scribbled above and started writing playfully, Hana's fate with, pain, and glee.