It's been a whole year since that night and I've managed to stop having the haunting nightmares. I looked at my little angel as she messily ate her cake. It's her first birthday and I picked out the loose change in my pocket to buy her a cute little sunflower dress and I took upon myself to make a mini cake for two. Her little fingers explored the cake in excitement. She laughed and giggled as she stuffed her face with the sweet substance.
"I think you had enough for today missy." I laughed and wiped and her chubby cheeks with a tissue and placed on the floor for her to play with her toys.
I stared at the calendar marked March 25th. The day I gave birth to a beautiful angel. I was only 16 when it happened.
"Push honey push!" The nurse exclaimed as she helped delivered by baby. I gripped the ends of the hospital bed screeching in pain. It felt like I was forcing out a ton of bricks. "Come on one more." I pulled myself up pushing with everything I got. The veins on my neck looked like it was about to pop. I was drenched in my own body of water. Then it was there that I heard the cries of a baby but not just any baby, my baby girl.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by Zanilia's giggling. I looked at her and smiled; she was and is the best thing that ever happened to me. My parents weren't all that supportive of me when I decided to keep the baby. They wanted me to do abortion but I just couldn't stand the thought of throwing such a precious life. They thought I was stupid and kicked me out the house. I bunked in my best friend Stacey's basement for a period of time, which was until her parents caught me and demanded me out.
When my mom decided to tell them about my position in life they banned Stacey from seeing me. Tore me apart when she told me goodbye. Before my grandmother passed away she was the one who took me in, who welcomed me with open arms. She told me things I should and shouldn't do in the stages of a mother. She taught me from breast-feeding to bathing the baby. I had the baby a few days after she passed away. Wasn't an easy delivery since we both planned for her to be there with me during the delivery room. I always wanted Zanilia to feel the arms of her great grandmother, but I guess time over powered us.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by a knock on the door. I placed Zanilia safely in her rocking chair and went to see who was at the door, but only to come in contact with a face I thought I'd never see again.
