Jung Nicole had never believed in miracles. She had always thought that those who wish for one are just cowards who haven’t got the balls to face the harshness of life. Life isn’t always about rainbows and sunshine and frolicking puppies; most of the time it . People are supposed to just it up and move on.

 Not wish for bloody miracles.

But as she sat there on the marble toilet seat, clutching the small plastic stick so hard as though her life depended on it; there was only one thing on her mind – she wish it was negative.

Swallowing past the growing lump in , she muttered in a shaky voice, “Bloody hell Jung Nicole, just get this over and done with.”

And when she slowly uncurled her fingers and saw the result, she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Glaring mockingly at her are two red lines – positive.

So much for asking for miracles.