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But Matthew had been left with a small offspring of that love that flourished, that which is now a little cocoon which, as he had done before, he would take care of with his own life, his daughter Luisa. For Matthew, being a single father is not easy, although with Lisa they had already practiced everything about caring for a baby, he never imagined that he would do it alone, every night his daughter woke up crying in search of food and warmth, they did it feel close to his beloved and when he was exhausted he put the little girl in bed with him because in the crib he did not stay calm, but he loved waking up every day seeing the face of his little daughter by his side.

“Well, I’m glad you don’t seem to be letting it get to you, it takes a strong woman to raise a child alone, if nothing else your kid is definitely lucky to have you.” “I guess you’re right, it just sucks because I have to figure out how to be a single mother while trying to keep my program up and running not to mention hiring more staff to help out for when I go on maternity leave.” “Oh yeah, well I just so happen to be looking for a new field of work.” “Really why?” “Well, I’m going to be graduating soon and I don’t know too many parents that would appreciate having their kids being taught by someone who works as a stripper part time.”

She was excited by the idea of having a family with her mate the way I had been when I'd found mine. Nodding, I admitted, "I'm not in the best position to be a single mom. What if I need a lot of medical care? Or if I can't work while I'm pregnant? And when it gets here, how will I work and care for a baby by myself? It's---a lot to think about."

I nearly screamed. “Mum said something earlier today,” she sat up and glanced at me, holding my gaze steadily. “ She said one never raises a child alone no matter the circumstances. Someone is always out there to help. She had Dad when she was going to have you. In this case, you have us. You have everything you need but you are blinded by a lot of things that you wouldn't see it.” She whispered. It was the first time I was seeing her that seriously. No traces of a smile or whatnot.

My parents wanted to visit the hospital, but realized no one could take them there. They were quite old and stumbled when they walked, making it difficult for them to get to the hospital on their own. What was even worse was that they needed money for the hospital, but realized they did not have much left from the pensions. Harry had stolen a portion of the money, and what was left was barely enough for groceries, much less pay for their medication. My parents could only lie in their cold bed, feeling horrible, with no one to take care of them or even show concern. They could not even have a warm meal. The house was empty and lonely, and only their coughs and sighs echoed throughout.

Absolutely, no one. I'm the only child of my mother and I had always felt like it was just the two of us against the world. Mother had raised me single-handedly after she had me in a fleeting one-night stand with a stranger. Mother had given up everything for me. Now, that same woman lay feeble and helpless in a hospital bed, fighting for her life.

she whispered in my ear before pulling back with a discreet smile. Marcos might not know it, but he had a huge family that cared deeply for him. He whispered something to the boy, who grinned widely before shyly hiding his teeth. “Your son is beautiful,” I murmured to Carla, still watching the two exchange secrets. “He’s wonderful, but I couldn’t do it without these people,” she said, explaining what Marcos hadn’t last night. “Being a mom is already tough, but being a single mom? You have no idea. I’ve always worked away, but working and raising that little guy takes everything out of me. If it weren’t for the people in this town, I wouldn’t know how to survive a month, let alone five years.

"Okay, so not your kids?" "I'm - they're in high school," said Jia, doing her best to tamp down her disbelief. But really? Did she look old enough to be their mother? "Hey, if they're yours, no judgment." "They're not my kids!" "Well, that's good then." Dolly straightened back up and shrugged. "Single mothers can't hold down your job." Jia paused. "What?" "Nothing against them, just not possible. Unless they can handle themselves while you're in and out seven days a week at all hours of the day and night. I've been around the block; his assistants don't last long if they don't have their career on the brain first."

"So, you're a single mom now?" Mirabel's pause was brief, her gaze locking onto the reporter. "Yes, I am a single mom and I am proud of it. And let me tell you something very important that you all need to know, single moms are the strongest women on earth. When the father doesn't want to take responsibility, we leave them and raise our child on our own. As you all know, there are many irresponsible fathers out there." The room erupted into a flurry of gasps and murmurs. The reporter who had asked the question sat down, his face red, lost for words. Mirabel's gaze never wavered, her expression unapologetic.

”I might have never gotten pregnant before I’d watched your Aunt being pregnant three times and pregnancy isn’t easy. “At all.”My Aunt chipped in.”But back then,I had my husband with me,at that time,he was still very good to me and he made it all worth it.Maliyah,you’re alone,sure, you have us but the support from a man,especially the father is unmatched.Can you do this alone?Do you want to be a single mom?You’ve barely started working on your dreams.It might be too much for you.” I stared at the floor,ruefully.