19-year old Sofia writhed in agony inside the UCLA Medical Center's Maternity
Ward. "When is this going to end?" she screamed.
"You're doin' just fine, baby!" her mother Rashida counseled.
Sofia hated herself for getting married when she was only 18. She hated
herself even more for not using protection on her wedding night.
Her husband Jamal stared out the window. "What the hell's going on out
there?" he asked.
"Jamal! Get over to your wife!" Rashida ordered.
"Seriously," he continued. "Look at all those people out there. Some are even
"Jammmaaaaalll!" his wife wailed.
"Comin' baby!" he answered walking over towards her.
"Where's the doctor at?" Rashida asked the nurse who came in to do
"He'll be in soon," she answered. "There's a situation going on here. And
doctors are having a difficult time moving around."
"Why are all of those people outside?" Jamal asked.
The nurse blushed, and stammered, "S-somebody very famous has just died."
"No way!" he answered. "Who?"
"I can't divulge that," the nurse answered.
Rashida turned on the television. On the screen was the mayhem occurring
outside of their very hospital, and a giant banner across the screen that read,
"MICHAEL JACKSON DEAD".
Rashida screamed. So too did her daughter; but in agony, not shock. "I feel
it!" she hollered. "It's coming! It's coming, now!"
The doctor immediately rushed in. Thirty minutes later Jackson Michael
Farrett was brought into the world weighing six pounds, ten ounces.