Your name is Giselle Harrison. You don't share even a drop of our blood." Tears rolled down her cheeks. "That explains your ridiculous behavior. A Dawson cannot bring shame to the f

"I got a scholarship to study abroad. Can you believe that?!" Cameron squealed happily. "Wow." "Finally, I am going to be a doctor!" she exclaimed. "Wow.... Cameron. That's great. Congratulations," Giselle said, feeling the ache in her heart. "Thank you, girlfriend. Can I call you right back, please?" Cameron hung up before Giselle could respond. She felt cold instantly. Giselle grabbed her luggage and began walking away as her mother's harsh words echoed in her mind. Time passed, and she had been walking for almost an hour into the cold night. She decided to settle along the street with some homeless people. Giselle sat on the ground, sobbing silently as she thought about her life. How worthless it had turned out. It was terrible. She had no money. Or any place to go. Cameron had been her last hope, but her line was not going through! What was she supposed to do now? Placing her hand on her belly, she recalled her baby. "Hang in there, sweetie. Mummy will take care of you." She sniffled as she rested her head against the wall. --- MONTHS LATER Giselle took a bite of her sandwich, ignoring her dirty hands that left stains on it. She hummed to the glorious taste as she rubbed her palm over her enormous bump. Looking at Mary, her aged street savior, she saw her eating her sandwich as well. It had been months since Giselle got kicked out of her home and months since she last saw Xavier. She had been in this particular spot on the streets with Mary, and not a day had passed without her thinking about him, wondering where he was and what he was doing. Sometimes she fantasized about seeing him there. She prayed every day to see him and gain his forgiveness. She prayed for her life back. She prayed for her baby. Her belly had grown so big and heavy that she could hardly stand. Not to mention how awful she looked. The dirt and smell were unbearable. That was what one got from living on the streets. The past months had not been easy, but thanks to Mary, she hadn't lacked food. She thought her baby would be fat when he or she came out. She couldn't wait to see them. But she worried about this place. She didn't want to raise her child on the streets. Every day she prayed for a miracle. She prayed to raise her baby in a little apartment. She wasn't asking for too much. Just a room. And a simple job to support herself. That would be more than enough. Mary handed her another sandwich. Giselle smiled at her, nodding in thanks as she brought the sandwich to her mouth. Suddenly, something moved in her belly. She froze. It happened again. "Ah!" she let out a scr