I took a few minutes to take my bath and change into my last clean clothing in the bag. A simple gown that hugged my curves.
I'm going to beg for money, and I pray to find a good person that'll lend me some. But if I don't find it, I have to be ready to do anything...offer anything, to get money.
My pain and determination coursing through my veins, I walked out of the motel and into the harsh cold world to fight for my baby's life no matter the consequence.
In the street, I looked around. People were passing by. I have to beg for money.
I saw a woman purchasing goods from a nearby store I decided to strode her way. "Good evening, ma'am."
"Evening, how may I help you," she asked.
"Please, I really need money...please help me." At that moment, I remembered what I'd been through in the past few days. Tears filled my eyes.
"Oh really? Do I look like some charity organization to you?" She snided curtly, glaring at me.
"No at all ma'am, am just pleading for you to help me out am badl
