"You don't want me..." I breathed, selfishly leaning into his touch. But I quickly pull away.
"I'm different and so not your type," I muttered, looking everywhere else but at him. He frowns slightly, eyes simmering.
"God, Anna." He exhaled, cool bre...
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ANNA
My mothers text messages has been pilling up, and I still haven't answered any hoping she would just call me. Is that too much to ask? Or it's childish?
Mom: Anna, honey please talk to me you are making this difficult for no reason. i'm still your mother.
That's another one. I never had a chance to be with my mother nor did she ever spend time with me. She was always away. Today she'll be here for work, the next she'll be in London or In Greece, any where on this earth but her home. Dad hasn't said anything about me ignoring her nor has Zara and I appreciate it. Maybe I might sound like a spoiled brat but I'm still a human no matter how much I act unbothered I act about the situation, she's still my mother.
The recent medical results I was receiving-are not good for me nor my overthinking self. Everything has been fine for the most part of my first trimester and now that I'm a few good weeks into my second trimester it's always,
"Your health is at stake," the old man who's a godsend said to me every time I go for my check ups. I'm just glad those words haven't slipped up when I go with Michael for my appointments.
Maybe if my mother was around, she could share her experience to cushion her daughter's mistakes.
Keilah Johansson? No, she was never there. At first, when I was old enough to comprehend her absence, it hurt. But now, I actually expect disappointment from her.
My grandmother did everything-my mother's mother. Veronica Duncan, She gave me her all, and it hurt that I wasn't there for her last moments. My mother has robbed me of everything and anything I could have.
I hate her...but i love her.
I thought A mother tells her daughter stories, you know. life lessons, like Sharing how her pregnancy was or the food she craved or how adulting would slap you in the face when you least expected it. I mean I should know by now that I can't count on her for anything, but for some reason, I keep...hoping that one day she would change and yearn to have the relationship I've always dreamed of. I've always admired that connection ever since I was young.
While little girls with pigtails or big fluffy puffs with cute little bows run off into their mother's arms. I had Mrs. Lane, my nanny, waiting in line for me. Or sometimes my granny or even better my dad. And they always gave me the best hugs and said, 'maybe next time. Mama loves you so much.' Whenever I asked where she was.
The last week of June flew by fast, Monday strolled in I started working my night shifts and a few morning shifts. Because 'Keep it minimum and take it slow' Dr. Johnson suggested. But I'm stubborn and sitting still and idle is a pain in my pregnant butt. my hours have reduced, Zara made sure of that. working around the four walls of hospitals has become less and less since my health was depleting. The headaches were getting worse, I can't be on my feet for too long or else I'll be tipping over to the floor in a blink of an eye. The remaining days...I don't care to recall.
