ElaraThen she grinned at the nurse, who held a blank gaze. “She’s my niece. Be nice.”The nurse shrugged. “I’ll get Dr. Pedro for you.”Within minutes, I was in Dr. Pedro’s office.“Previous medical records?” the man asked, flipping through a page.I cleared my throat, running through everything Bess had taught me to say. “They are overseas, and I am in the process of transferring them.”The man nodded, scribbling whatever he thought he understood.Bess was right. This doctor was ignorant enough, or maybe he just didn’t care. Either way, I was grateful for it.********After an hour or two of a series of tests, I found myself sitting in the bus on the way back, watching the fields pass by the window.Dr. Pedro said I was four weeks pregnant.For a scientist like myself, that was ridiculous enough to process. Should I have gone to a doctor when I could operate on myself and take the baby—No.No abortion.Instead, I should plan for a new country. Somewhere further away… where the name
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