Comfort Inn ( Lesbian Story )

Remember

C h i l o m b o , E f u r u

Children. Daughters. Sons. Mothers. Fathers.
Responsibility.

Creating life and bringing a human being into the world should be the most beautiful experience in your life. Key word in that sentence is should.

For me, it was terrifying. I had to tell my parents and family about what those men did to me. I had to relive that moment over and over again.

I had finally moved on from that experience and a few months later when I was laying in the hospital bed, legs gaped open as I pushed a 6 pound 3 ounce baby out of my punani, that horrific day played over and over in my head.

I wouldn't know which of them got me pregnant. I just knew I couldn't raise her myself. I couldn't look at her knowing the extent of how she was created.

Although I did give up my parental right, I couldn't live knowing I had a child who'd never know me. I made sure that Namiko's adopted parents would allow visiting rights.

I hadn't expected to see Robyn at iHop. I wasn't prepared to let her into that part of my personal life. I wasn't even sure where we stood after dinner that night.

I hadn't talked to her, and it felt like she was avoiding me. I know I'm not the best when it comes to these relationship things, but I wanted to know why she played with my feelings.

I'm an idiot to think someone would want me for anything besides sex.

"Miss Ru," Hailey, a shy 5 year old, called out to me. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and walked over to her.

"Yes?" I squatted down to her height.

"Can we have story time?" She looked up at me through her long, thick eyelashes. Her question got the attention of several little children who had their puppy dog eyes trained on me.

"Oooh," I laughed. "You guys are good." I stood up to my full height, 5 feet 2 inches. "We can have story time." I walked over to the bookshelf and closed my eyes. I hummed a nursery rhyme while sliding my hand through the selection. When the short tune ended, I picked up the book resting under my hand and walked to the rug that was assigned the reading area.

I waited for the kids to settle on the floor before I began reading. "Atop the world, far, far away, Where winds are cold and nights are long, A little penguin sang all day. When happy or sad, he sang a song...

... But his song carried so much ache, That one night he looked high above, And wished to find a way to make His songs less sad and full of love."

Pookie and Tushka is a cute book. I  like how throughout the story, Pookie reassures Tushka that monster-fires and monster-fishes are not real, and that every problem they face has a solution.

Sometimes, I need that reassurance in my life.

The monsters that hurt me long ago would never have the power to hurt me anymore. They were safely behind bars for the rest of their pathetic lives.

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"Gia, what are you doing here?" I asked as my best friend strolled into my apartment.