She had one dress.
She had one pair of heels.
She had one responsibility.
She still has one baby.
She cares for the baby but leaves it home when she goes to work.
She sings to the baby as if it can save her world and singing to it in all the rain and lightning will make her day better refusing to believe she had done anything to make God so angry. Clutching it so tight to her chest, wanting to feel it and wanting to make her happy. But her smiles faded the second it was born, and laughter cannot be replacing by an echo.
She refuses to think that her baby could be so expensive. Frustrated at it, she almost threw it away. It takes
Too much money,
Too much alcohol, and
Too much effort.
She loves him though.
She kisses him hard, his cheeks turn red from the affection.
She hugs him so tight; she has to let go to give him a breath.
Until it is his last.
About the Creator
Amrutha Obulasetty
Hello fellow earthlings! My name is Amrutha. I am a HUGE rhetoric nerd and love to write prose and poetry. The best thing you can do to fit in is to be yourself.
You are WORTH IT!
Stay safe. Stay Strong. Stay Beautiful.
<3
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