Here we go.

All the time I was afraid of that day. Sam was out skating and I was at home with mum. It was the day when I had my first contractions. Suddenly I felt a pain in my tummy, in this moment I knew: That's the beginning. I ran to my mum and told her what happened. She asked me how often they're coming, I just answered I few times. As I saw the phone lying at the table, I wanted to ring Sam. But he didn't answer. Why can't he look one time after his mobile, just one time...unbelievable. So I had to ring Sam's mum to tell her. One our later the doorbell rang. I heard him talking to mum. After a few minutes he came into the bath, were I was. His view was so …I don’t know… surprised, shocked, scary and destitute. I shouted at him that he time the contractions. It didn’t seem that he understand me. At that time I already was bothered of the whole situation. I started to talk in a bad language like the people in the pregnancy classes told. In the one moment I was crying and in the other laughing…the hormones. My mum took us to hospital. In the car I noticed that Sam was nearly more stressed than me. He didn’t know what his job is and I believe that he was bothered of me because I did some strange noises but he hadn’t the heart to tell me. As we arrived I was glad to see the nurse because then I felt a bit more save. In the room we unwrapped the bag with food, drink, CD player and all those things you need aborning. Sam turned on Green Day , that definitely wasn’t that what I needed in this situation so we tried some other, but the best CD was my mums. I think we were a bit to early in the hospital because we waited a long time until it got serious. We all got very nervous. The birth was terrible for me because the kid got stuck ant the nurse had to cut something. But as it was there it was an amazing moment … really unbelievable. It was the biggest moment in my life. It was so incredible that in the one moment you have so terrible pangs and two seconds later you’re the most happy person in the world. Because of Sam’s face I knew that it didn’t look very nice but I also knew that it was also for him a unforgotten moment. In the next moment I asked mum what this song is called, but she didn’t know the name just the name of the singer: Rufus Wainwright. That was the perfect name for my child. The others looked a bit addled.
So, Roof was born.