Marli
The two lines appeared and I knew it was real.There was no maybes about it. I made sure of that this was my 80th test. All of them had the same result apart from one.
'I'm going to be a mum.' I whisper.
I turn to look in the floor length mirror.I see a light brown girl sitting cross legged in the middle of a bunch of white sticks and blue boxes. Her hair's sticking out in all directions.Eyes are all red and puffy.
What is wrong with me?
I should be happy. I've got a wonderful boyfriend of 2 years and we're starting our own family.
Then why do I feel so broken?
I stand up and take one glance at myself. Miguel's going to be home in a couple hours. I'm not ready to see him. I know Miguel he's been dreaming of starting his own family for years.This is what he's always wanted.But is this what I want?
I didn't have the answers to my question and I didn't know what to do. So I just did what my heart told me to. I packed a rusack and I checked into a motel.I'll talk to Miguel eventually but right now I don't have the words.
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Breaking The Image
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