𝕴𝖓 𝖆 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉,
𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖙
𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖉?
♮.
❝You've lightened my darkness up, sunflower. I get lost in your deep...
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Babies are supposed to be born in a positive world, or a place where everyone wants them. Babies are loved, cared, and understood. If someone asked me if I wanted to have kids, I'd say yes. Maybe if I did have a kid, I'd sleep well.
Five pregnancy sticks scattered in front of me, all of them with a positive sign. At first, I was lost on why there were five. Until I used them every hour.
For the first hour, I was denial.
For the second, my heart wanted to stop beating.
For the third, I wanted to stop trying since I already had an answer.
For the fourth, I felt angry at myself for letting my hormones get the best of me.
For the fifth, I wanted to think of a name. Boy or girl, I didn't care. I just needed a name for my unborn baby. Because who didn't want to plan ahead? Especially if it's a baby.
