Sometimes, putting all you have into it still isn't enough. Sometimes, things just aren't meant to work out.Sometimes, life isn't fair. Most of the time, you'll make it through. It started in second grade, my mom told me she was pregnant with her fourth and final child. Whether happiness or sadness should have occured, I did not know. I simply acknowledged the fact. When the baby arrived, it was obvious something was wrong with him. Not by looks, but by his behavior. He did not speak until he was three.