Four Years Ago
She placed a hand on her bloated belly as she pushed another chocolate-covered cherry down her throat. The rich sauce drew a shining line to her chin, a drop falling down between her swollen breasts. She made no move as it fell, or even clean it after. She didn't care like as if nothing happened, all she did was stretch her hand to reach for another treat.
Her eyes met her fate as she gaped around her narrow living space, resting on old photograph of her mother. Exhausted and stressed, yet still pressing a forced smile to stretch her weary face; the mask of motherhood that could never be removed. Resting her palm flat on the lump that was her way to becoming a mother, the woman stared.
A vacant expression sat on her freckled face, thin and dry lips pressing into a line as she altered, feet on the floor, the woman reached again for her tempting cherries, but her hand fell, striking the bowl on the floor. Eyes widened and her mouth fell, resting agape when the baby kicked.
Mumbling the words she had rehearsed like a mantra, the woman folded into herself and wept.
"I AM NOT READY"
YOU ARE READING
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