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denial is a very strong emotion. it makes you hate.
my roommate said its a phase of depression. i didn't pay any attention to her because i was busy gawking at the two parallel lines staring back at me. that phase lasted three months before my stomach grew, and it wasn't because of the extra ice cream i was eating.
i had all the symptoms but i still didn't believe i had a life inside of me. a stranger's child.
as time passed, father told me to work.
i studied morning till evening, then worked part time at a clothing shop. on weekends i worked ten hour shifts at a local pho restaurant with mustafa. my father's right hand man.
i hated him with a passion. mostly because everytime i showed up for work, he would grip my elbow and ask if i was alright. i hated him because i always felt like crying in front of him. i hated him because i wanted to tell him but it wasn't an option.
at the end of every shift, i came back to my dorm and broke down till my throat was sore and tight. my entire body ached for relaxation, especially my swollen feet.
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Short Story•Completed• "i'm sorry. it's not pity that i'm showing you, it's a goodbye to someone very special to me." Amna's life has been turned upside down and she is writing it all out as she buries the anguish burning inside her.
