She had many children. They were with her everyday. She taught them, corrected them, cared for them, then sent them on to the next grade and a new group would come. This had been enough for many years. But now she wanted more, needed more… She had tried, yet trying had only brought pain. First a little girl then a precious boy. To small to sustain life. If only they could have survived how different it all would have been. Now time was running out. Should she try again and risk the disappointing pain or accept the empty yearning.