The Sentinels You gave me nothing, now it's all I got

They say that life is a fight, but that not everyone is a fighter.

Yet it did not apply to the ash-colored girl that had been second to be born. She had been the one to move and kick the most, while in the womb, her first cry in this world - probably the loudest, and the greed she ate was as if her hunger was insatiable, as if she would never see food again.

It would later not be unusual for her to push her siblings away, to claim the closest spot to their mother's warm belly or to take the teats that had the most milk. She would be the one to growl, if touched and woken suddenly, and try to squirm and fight against, if attempted to wash. 

She would be a fighter, all right. From the very beginning, claiming her rights to live and survive.