This story begins sixteen years ago in in an emergency room in Downtown Harlem.
"So how is she?!", a worried Joanne asked.
"I'm sorry ma'am but it's not looking too good, she overdose on a mix of drugs including Cocaine, Heroine and Opiods, we're working our hardest." The doctor said with a welcoming tone.
Joanne sat in the hospital and mumbled a prayer to God. This hadn't been the first time Tasha had a overdose, in fact she had had several in the past few years alone. But this time Joanne felt different, her daughter, Tasha, was five months pregnant with a little girl. Tasha wasn't at all prepared to be a mother, she could let alone take care of herself. But Joanne refused for her to terminate the pregnancy. All Joanne could think of was her unborn grandchild. Tasha and her had already had names picked out, a few including, Aliyah, Mya and Melody. But Joanne was certain to one name in particular Nevaeh , Heaven spelled backwards, the name was beautiful.
A few days passed and Tasha had recovered from the overdose.
"What the hell was you thinking ?!" Joanne said harshly at Tasha, whom was laying in the hospital bed.
"I'm sorry ma, ight!" Tasha snapped back.
"You're irresponsible, selfish and a Idiot, you have a child to think about Tasha! Did you ever think as you sniffed them damn drugs in that damn dope house that you have a child whose gonna be affected?!
"No ma I wasn't thinking I feel terrible" Tasha replied, which was actually the truth, Tasha did feel bad, she knew she wasn't equipped to have a baby, she just wanted to get away from all the pressures of being a mother.
"Exactly you don't damn think, you were sober for five months Tasha now look at you!" Joanne said with anger running through her veins.
Tasha shed a tear, she had never saw her mom this angry at her, she could tell her mom was frustrated, tired, stressed. So for four months she did her best to clean herself up to make her and her mom and her baby proud of her.
So on July 1 2003 Tasha felt prepared to have her baby, and on this date her beautiful baby girl Nevaeh Ali Robinson was born.
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Heaven Spelled Backwards.
General FictionNevaeh sat at the end of her bed tears falling down her face rapidly. She held the stick in her hand, looking at it every twenty seconds to reassure herself that this wasn't all just a bad dream. She could only think of one solution, to get rid of...
