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I whispered and smiled. I grabbed my bag and walked out. My mother went to the market early again to sell because it was just the two of us again. "There! Do not imitate that woman!" "Look, Myra left, I heard people got pregnant there" "That woman? What a shame!" I was overwhelmed by the gossip of the neighbors. Once Mom and I become successful, we will definitely leave this hell! I got into a Jeepney, I held my stomach and looked around. Later, a family boarded, the man was carrying their baby while the woman was holding the baby’s bag.

They all had sad stories and Kate realized she wasn’t alone. Barbara’s mother was a call girl that got for a rich man and didn’t want to abort the pregnancy. They became his responsibility legally but he never visited. Her mother told her he lived in Oregon with his wife and kids. Then her mother messed with some gangsters in the area and she was gang raped. She didn’t survive and the criminals were never caught. Barbara knew them. She had been forced to watch the scene but she was threatened never to say a word to the police. She was just in High School. Her father stopped sending money and she dropped out of school. Later, she walked to the boys that killed her mother and begged them to

He paused to compose himself, searching for the words to start what was so obviously terrible. “When your mum, Tina, was 17, she was kidnapped. Men bought her and used her for whatever they wanted. She told me a few stories, but I won’t repeat them to you. She was bought by a group of men who had bought a lot of women and held them as prisoners, they used to beat them and rape them daily.” My stomach turned and my fists clinched, then my face darkened in anger at hearing what happened to my mom. He continued. “I think we need your mom in here for this.” He stopped. I nodded, gratefully for the time to be able to process what he had just told me without murdering somebody in rage.

However, I felt a little lighter, with the certainty that I had someone by my side who would keep me from falling apart once and for all. It's always been like this between the two of us. Since we were children, we've shared our pain, finding support in each other. Like me, Marina was also unlucky with her family. She lived in a run-down shack with her alcoholic mother and abusive stepfather. The way out for both of us was to escape to another city, where we would start our lives over again, with each other's help. Plans that now seemed threatened by my family's evil ways. — Losing your virginity to a syringe is definitely a story you'll never be able to tell your grandchildren — she said, i

pls be fast"I shouted on the Cab driver Like He know I am being pursued..He drove as fast as ever In some hours..I arrived at my house I have no cash to pay him off so I rushed in to grab some change from mom I drank full glass of cold water then mom asked "Laura what is the problem??... "My mistress almost killed me..I had to run out of the house"I replied crying😭😭 I dont know how to tell my mom that I aborted four babies and I already lost my womb My mom hugged me and I gently cried on her shoulder "I dont know what you may have pass through at the Phillips Home but pls be strong for me..I dont like seeing you unhappy"...

she said and handed a sealed brown envelope to me. A photo fell off the envelope as I unsealed it. It was a photo of a girl in her early teens and for some weird reason I felt a sort of connection to her, the photo reminded me of my teenage self. "That's your mother. She died twenty-five years ago due to complications after childbirth. She had you at age seventeen after hiding her pregnancy from your father who was her then lover. Judith was afraid her parent would harm your dad if they found out he was responsible and because of that she lied about the pregnancy to them. She told them she was raped on her way to school. Her parents are very influential and couldn't take the shame. they relo

“Does this mean you’re ready to talk about your family?” "Yeah," I murmured, my thoughts still with my mother. "She came from a poor family, grew up in a small town in a trailer park. That’s where I grew up until we had to move down the street because she got pregnant with baby number six,” I spat out everything all at once, unaware of how good it would feel. “Then baby seven, then baby eight, then nine…with not even a single dollar to take care of any of them.” I might’ve sounded a bit too aggravated at the last part, but I couldn’t help myself. The more I thought about it, the more I realized just how unfair everything had been from the moment Mom decided to give birth to me.

she argues. I pull my jacket closer to my body. The almost-February wind is damn near frigid. "I'm sure if we asked them, they would be honest. It feels like it's perfect now, but I bet when their love was brand new, it wasn't easy. You know my mom is a rape survivor. That couldn't have been an easy thing to overcome." Tate continues, pushing her hands into her jacket pockets as we hurry down the sidewalk. "And my mom had twins by another man, who were teenagers. Maybe you're right."

I had done all this for her. For you see, as a teenage girl, my mother fell in love with a man. He got her pregnant and then left her just like that. My mother`s own family kicked her out as a disgrace. So, she was left all alone having to take care of a baby. Through hard work and doing manual labor jobs like working as a maid, she did it and was able to give me a normal childhood. As normal as she could afford too. There were times where I would get kicked out of school because of unpaid school fees but my mother always found a way for me to go back and continue my studies. All this motivated me to work hard and make sure that I could one day give her a better life too.

I was happy that I would have more opportunities to talk with my mate. “You can thank him all you want, sweetie. You’d be living in the same house now, along with other teenagers your age. You must have been lonely living all alone in that house, hmm?” She stroked my back. I remembered my mother in her, so I smiled gently while talking about my past experiences in the house. She also shared stories about her adolescence and how she and my mother were the queens of the school. I eagerly listened to her stories that I didn’t even notice that we had already arrived in the packhouse.