Reaching, stretching, determined to grow. Maria worried about the chances for this bare start of an oak. Its single root struggled for purchase on gravel instead of the rich soil it needed for nourishment. Pondering its blind faith shifted her mind from the call she received from Dr. Powell only moments ago. She made the appointment because she’d been tired – achingly exhausted – and plagued with daily nausea and headaches for weeks. Blood work pinpointed the exact cause of her illness. Fear and joy now wrestled in her heart. At the age of 45, she was for the first time, pregnant.
P.S. I'm neither 45 nor pregnant (thank God). This is the first thing that popped into my mind when I saw the photo prompt.
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