𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵?
Amanda Lone was minding her business walking home from an 8-hour-shift at the local café when she felt this excruciating pain at the side of her head along with a dea...
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"What about you?" Lenny asked changing the topic. He was tired of talking about Micah and they hardly spoke about her past. He wanted to know more about her.
"Huh?"
"You have a tattoo of an embryo," Lenny said as he lightly traced the raised skin at the side of her breast with his fingers.
There was a moment of silence before Amanda answered.
"... I was pregnant at sixteen. I had a miscarriage." Amanda said as she recalled her own painful past.
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January 11. 2017
Amanda was on the bus home from the local Young Parents Organization. The bus ride today seems shorter than usual as she fidgeted in her seat.
How would her mother react to the news?
What would she say?
What would she do?
Amanda's mother, Cine, always preached to Amanda about going to school to be something great. She didn't want Amanda to follow in her footsteps; young, single and pregnant. She wanted more for her only daughter. Isn't that what any parent wants? For their child to be better than them.
"Here's your stop pretty lady." The bus driver said as he opened the door.
"Thanks Richal." Amanda said but not with a smile like she normally does.
"Hey, whatever it is that is troubling you, it'll work itself out," Richal said.
"Thanks." Amanda said with a forced smile.
Maybe he was right. Her mother would be pissing mad, but she wouldn't love Amanda any less.
Amanda opened the front door of her house, putting her backpack on the floor.
"Amanda? Is that you?" Her mother shouted.
"Yes. It's me, Ma." Amanda said as she walked to the kitchen where her mother stood over the stove.
