𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

fire in my heart

Elora

"How are you, my girl? Are you hungry?" I pick up Isra in my hands and I pat her back gently. She started moving her head over my chest and I knew she wanted to eat.

Sitting down on the wooden chair, I hugged her tiny body even closer to me.

"Okay, okay." I smiled at her and pulled my sweater down and then my bra. She quickly latched on my breast and I winced at the slight pain.

She roamed her small arms over my chest and one of her hands grabbed my sweater in a tight grip. Isra was almost eight months old. The date was coming up and I had to look online for some good cake recipes.

I wanted her to have the best day even though it was still not her birthday. She had only me but that didn't mean that we won't celebrate her turning eight months or nine or ten.

When I got pregnant with Isra my world turned upside down. I was at a college party when one of the guys there, started chatting with me. I thought it would be harmless flirting but it turned out to be my worst nightmare. I wasn't really prepared to have sex with him but I was afraid to say no.

Losing my virginity like that was never in my plans.

Rick was somehow nice to me but after that night, I never saw him again. Like he disappeared. It's not like I was expecting him to start dating me but at least I thought that he would check up on me, at least that.

Two months after what happened I found out that I was pregnant. I was going to be a Mom. I wanted to be a Mom but I never imagined it was going to be like this. I always thought that I would have a family and live with my partner and our kids.

I knew that on campus people liked to gossip so I'm sure he had heard something but he never approached me.

After my parents found out, I was kicked out of my home. They said that I was disgraced to my family. And maybe I was. I should have known better than to go and attend college parties. I was there to study and not have fun.

But if you ask me if I'd change anything, I would say no.

When I gave birth to Isra my life drastically changed. I now had a daughter to take care of. I had a family of my own. She was the world to me.

Her hands loosened their hold and I saw her eyes close. She was falling asleep.

I kissed her head, fixed my clothes, and stood up from the chair. I took her to the scroller and placed her inside. Because I worked and couldn't afford someone to look after her, I always had her with me.

Luck was somehow on my side because I managed to start my own business before I gave birth to her. I inherited my creativity from grandma. She was a master at making homemade candles and soaps.

So with time I picked up on her talent and started doing that on my own as well. Now I had a tiny store for candles, all kinds of homemade products and flowers.

It was hard. Managing this on my own at twenty-two was hard and exhausting but I had to do it for my daughter.

This store was previously in my grandma's name as well as the apartment where I live. She left them to me before she died. It's like she knew that my life would turn up like this and that I'd need them.