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mustafa wasn't dumb either. before he lend me his jacket, he saw my growing bump. putting two and two together he figured it out. why i was always so lethargic, why i stopped meeting his eyes and pretended he wasn't there, why i had been missing some classes lately, why i was wearing garments that were three times my size.
he bluntly told me what was on his mind. i was expecting a child.
in response, i could only cry harder.
you must be asking yourself why i was such a crybaby. why, if i find nothing else to do, i cry and sob and wail and be a child myself. the truth is, i don't either.
why i was being a pain in my own butt.
why couldn't i just man up and tell my father. if not that, just stop being a big baby.
i'm soo stupid.
i couldn't been mature about this. i could have done soo much better.
but i'm a stupid girl who can't even handle the tiniest of problems.
and that was my biggest problem.
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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.
