Pobre Ana Chapter 3 In English Novels & Stories

Anaiah's pov. Today started out like any other day.Mom and dad in their room screaming at each other like they wanted to bring the house crashing down. To be honest I was getting tired of their charades.Even our neighbours were tired of compaining. I seriously could not understand how one minute ,they would be arguing and looking like they could kill the other ,then the next,they would having gross make out sections in their room. I mean,they thought I could not hear them but the walls in this house are paper thin.

There she was… walking on her hands, her body trembling yet unyielding, one leg raised high and her swollen ankle below, her chains still dragging. His jaw clenched, his fist tightening with rage. “Impossible…” he spat. And he turned away, pressing onward, but the anger on his face betrayed his shaken pride. When she neared the end, the storm relented. Rain softened to a drizzle, the heavy clouds tearing apart as sunlight pierced through, golden and merciless. The ground glistened with wet soil, mud clinging to her arms and chest. Anana gasped for air as she finally reached the end of the fourth stage. Her body was soaked, her hands blistered, her leg swollen. But she had made it.

“Anya, thank you for giving birth to three children for me. Otherwise, I would have no family in this world. I really feel so lonely. Every day when I come back from work, the house is empty, and I can’t feel any warmth of home. No family members is there waiting for me. I feel that I am really poor. I have no parents, no siblings, no relatives, no wife. I am so poor that I can only have money.” My trick worked. Anya’s eyes were filled with gentleness. “Don’t you like money the most? Don’t you think that money can buy everything? As long as you have money, you don’t need to care about anything else.” My eyes flickered. “Who said, I don’t care. I am a human too. I am also very fragile. I just

Tasha asked cruelly with a mean smile on her face. Ana was far gone beyond pride. She needed food. She wasn't the one demanding it. It was the baby. And she could not refuse his demands. "Yes," Ana answered breathlessly, hoping that Tasha was at least going to take pity on her and give her even a few bites of food.