pte
mo
o
. Yes I'm pregnant, by a bastard, a heartless one.
olized him so much that I was very happ
ntroduce myse
to acknowledgethe pregnancy is when she learns that he is married. My mother raised me alone, she put me in the best establishments until she fell ill with terminal cancer, I stopped studying to find work and cope with the exorbitant costs of hospital costs. Since
rted looking at me with different eyes, I was happy that such a man fina
nt since we had sold the small house where my mother and I were staying to pay off th
m, we talked a little
n heaven. Five months later he made me his own, he was gentle, attentive. In his arms I forg
son. They were outraged, how a colored girl could go out with their son, the apple of their eye, their jewe
I was a good distraction, and that the party was over. As I was in the taxi to go see her my phone rang for the year she died. Wh
ther, my lover and my
vastated
f my mothe
o of us at the funeral becau
tay at her house, but I refused with her alcoholic h
ostel, run by a woman with a heart of gold. I've been here for two months and it's be
t f
o
maintenance of his inn, something which I hastened to accept. When I woke up I was in the hospital, the doctor had taken a sample of my blood to do some analysis, I was told of the happy or
go help Angeline make b
my Tinke
ng, what about m
al, it t
condition. But in a few mo
t's starting t
g to shit, you're jus
a very
at the
he dining table so every
slice of cake, pastries a
see you eating
few months when I'm goin
the daughter I never had, so if my grandson wants
when the doorbell pulls me out of my concentration, I go to se
like to speak to miss
you want
we could have a quiet place
tell you
xplain to you the r
ell, fol
ks ver
to Angeli
oura, I sent him to your office so that he can explain
r, explain to me why you a
r her, he is ill, and has never been
s alive, ask him for forgiveness and beque
stop me from denying
t to you M
she says, but I d