An older version of Markus both female and male versions are looking at me with wide eyes.They were both wearing clothes that looked as old as the day that I had been born. Clothes whose colors are now light, probably because it had been washed for who knows how many times already. They were behind a desk that is positioned like a huge L. The older male version of Markus was on the other end, holding a cup of coffee, and was just about to drink it if we haven’t entered. Meanwhile, on the other end of the desk was the older female version of Markus, she was perching cat eyeglasses up her nose, her ear pressed to a telephone.“Son,” The older male version of Markus who I’m assuming is his father asked. “Not that I’m happy you visited, but why are you here?”

Maria approached me hesitantly, her hand falling on my shoulder.“Don’t say that, dear.” She whispers low enough so only I could hear. “A child is never a mistake. Be careful how you speak, the child can hear you.”I shake my head, “No, it can’t. I’m barely five weeks. As of the moment, it’s really just a clump of cells.”I know, I’ve searched it.Like she didn’t even hear me, she suddenly grabbed the seat that her son was seating at moments ago. She positioned it in a way that it was now facing me and sat down. Maria leans down her elbows on my knees, and started scrolling through her phone. Everything was so awkward that I only managed to suck

The money I have left isn’t much, but it’s something.Still, it’s a lot less than what I usually had. I’ve been skipping too much work and luckily, I paid my tuition in advance. The rent’s coming soon, and I was forcing myself not to think about it because I wasn’t really in a position to stress myself out right now. The money’s only enough for Mexi and me, I can’t add another life form in t

“What is that?” I ignored his question and started placing some of my clothes inside one of the boxes I stole from the Dollar Pantry’s dumpster. They were perfectly pretty boxes and weren’t even soggy. They could be moving boxes, and no one would know any better. It didn’t even look like it was stolen.

 Markus was talking loudly on the phone.Yawning, I push myself up. It’s either the walls were thin in his apartment or he was just talking too damn loudly. Kind of more inclined in thinking it was the latter. The dingus probably forgot I was here in the first place. My stomach rumbled, and I was just about to ignore it and go back to sleep when I remembered I was technically eating for two now, and skipping breakfast might endanger me or something.I open my door, peering slightly when it was ajar and from how I heard him, I could tell he was probably by the front door. Maybe he was deciding whether or not he should leave. Rolling my eyes, I ignore him and walk towards the kitchen.When I made the mac and cheese yesterday, I didn’t have time to check h