story line
page 19
even through the flowy layers of my clothing, a couple months later, you could clearly see my bump. the past eight months had been surreal. i felt like i never bonded with my baby, never cared whether it was a his or her.
other than that, the only thing that was "new" was a simple gold band on left ring finger.
i was forbidden to leave my room. mustafa continued attending college, father was still inhibited and mustafa's mum came over a couple times a week, bringing me 'medications' and soup to help with the killer cramps.
i was also bleeding down there.
that night as i shut my eyes, i saw my mother in her old bed, soughing me murmurs that i don't understand clearly. in her arms lied a baby wrapped in a pink blanket which mother cradles from side to side, cooing. her tear-stricken cheeks are clenched in her smile.
"i love you, my child," she purrs, locking eyes with me, "i'll take of her, don't you worry."
***
what do you think that meant?
love, starlightyoong
YOU ARE READING
afaaf
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.
