OUR SECRET 🔏

Chapter 1

           
                Chapter 1

                Mia's pov

  It felt like all my intestines were coming out along with the baby and I don't think my vagina will have any use after.

  "Take another deep breath and push, come on you're doing great. Another deep breath and push-"

  "Ayeee"

"Good job."

  I was crying just a few seconds before, but as soon as the doctor placed my baby in my hand, I began to smile through my tears. She was so tiny and I loved her so much already.

  1 year & 11 months later

  I was digging through the twelfth dumpster that night when I heard Amy calling my name loudly, I sighed feeling frustrated.

  "Yes, Amy," I answered dejectedly, feeling tired and miserable.

  Amy walked up to where Mya my heartbeat was standing on the curb, while I climbed out of the dumpster. She had a wide grin plastered on her face.

  "I've got great news," she whispered conspiratorially although we were the only ones where we are presently.

  Looking at the watch I had found on my wrist, it was just after seven and I rubbed Mya's head after pulling off my old gloves. She will want to sleep anytime now and I haven't found anything worthwhile to sell to buy a decent breakfast for us.

  "Jenna said she overheard a conversation by the prostitutes upon North Street last night," Amy said running her dirty fingers through her short salt and pepper mop of hair.

"She says it's an honest job with a cleaning agency."

  "Let's go home Mya wants to sleep, I will come back later while you watch her," I said ignoring what she said.

  I've given up months ago on finding decent work, I'll continue scavenging from dumpsters and at the dump not far away from where we live. I have managed to survive and saved up a little money I kept hidden in my-

  "Did you hear what I said Jenna has told me?" Amy asked stopping on the sidewalk.

  I lifted Mya giving her a piggyback ride and continued walking.

  "I know what you're thinking, but you promise me that if any decent jobs come up, you'll try so you can better provide for me and Mya," Amy said a little out of breath as she catch up back to us.

  We walked on heading home to under our bridge where we live in a tunnel there. After getting soaked by dirty polluted water gushing through the tunnel, from the first time rain fell when I live there, I never stopped scavenging for things to make a raised platform. I and the other thirty-nine souls who lived there, now dwell upon raised iron platforms. We were looked upon as outcasts, a name that left a bitter taste in my mouth considering the way in which I was raised.

  Turning from off the main road and walking across the packed earth through a short cut Amy speak again. "Whatever happened to the strong determined young woman I found. I hope she goes to the agency tomorrow with the same zeal she had carried to the other failed interviews." She said strongly and stomped off ahead of us.

  When I reach home, I saw her already taking water from our clean drum of water and pouring it into Mya's basin. She covered it back then hoisted up the basin of water going to the place we sectioned off under our raised house for taking baths and relieving ourselves into compose toilets. Our whole living situation was destitute, yet I was still hopeful of having a brighter tomorrow for us.