heartbroken

RINA

Mammà, I had been told, had a difficult pregnancy. She hadn't been fortunate at all in all of her feminine metabolites. From a breast lump that nearly claimed her life at a tender age of sixteen to the scanty periods that had occupied her every thought. I hadn't been easy with her as a fetus, and when the time came to be pushed out, Irefused to come forth.

Right now, all I could think of was how fucked up it had been for her and me to have survived. The umbilical cord around my neck could have saved me all of life's cruelty. It would have spared Mammà the pain of unconsciously watching me lose myself each passing day. I never thought I'd say this, but, but…fuck that organisation that had interfered. What right had they to make the donation that brought my existence? It wasn't here now, was it? It wasn't here to see me weep my eyes out, shaking and trembling because of the unknown fate that awaited me. No, all their members were somewhere in this cursed world living their best lif