Today marked the first day in the universe.
My almond-shaped eyes opened wide, and the watchful stares of the world were on me. Coos of the hospital could be heard, and that was the moment that decided my fate in life-
"It's a girl!"
Tuh- A girl, huh?
A boisterous cry sounded off in the room, and it marked the beginning of my rebellion. Arms were flailing, nurses were panicking, and I had somehow successfully brought hell on Earth.
I'm not so easily replaced. And I'm not easy to handle.
"Bring her to me."
The eternal grace of my mother's voice was heard, and the room fell silent.
My cries disappeared into my tiny body, and the moment I rested in her soft hands; I was able to recognize my first love.
Her velvety chocolate-brown eyes met mine, and a smile bestowed her heart-shaped face as she caressed my little cheek.
My mother was the embodiment of love, of mother nature, of a beautiful being who nurtured you with the simplicity of her aura and the captivation of her gaze.
She was the reason for my breath, and she was also the reason for the start of my suffering.
Today marked the first day that I fell in love, 05/19/2000.
And the only day IN the universe that allowed me to just ... exist.
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This is a rewrite as a tribute to my inner child (younger self) who could not express herself well. The anger fueled the beast long enough to grow tired and finally seek peace.
I'm ready to tell my story and let my voice be the guide for all who require healing and listening.
This is for every survivor who is tired of surviving. I love you and keep going. ❤️
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A Year in the Universe 🌏
RomanceTW: Mentions of sexual assault, suicidal ideations, grief, colorism "Maybe one day I could fly up to the stars, and then, I could only hope to see something as stunning as you are." The life of Pru Evergreen is not your typical romance. It's a roman...
