Serena
"You have no idea what I've gone through!" the girl tearfully screams at me.
"You're right. I don't. I have no idea what you've gone through, but that doesn't mean I don't care," I say calmly.
"Why would wewe care? wewe don't even know me."
"And wewe don't know me. How would wewe know that I don't?"
Kayla hesitates a little before answering.
"Because sometimes, not even being related to someone is enough to make them want to care. My own goddamned mother didn't even stick around long enough for me to remember what she even looks like!"
"Growing up must have been pretty awkward."
"You have no idea," Kayla says, grimacing a little.
"I apparently never do."
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"I had to sit on the edge of the bathtub and listen to my dad read out the instructions on a box of Tampax," she continues, cracking a small smile. A blanket is wrapped around her shoulders, and we're waiting for her to be examined.
I watch Jamie and Ashleigh play with the small chai meza, jedwali in the corner. Kayla's eyes follow my gaze.
"Is that your daughter?" Kayla asks me, unexpectedly.
"Yes."
"You look really young for a mom."
"I'm twenty-three. I had her when I was twenty."
"It wasn't planned, was it?"
"No. My boyfriend was helping me songesha in and it went way too far. I ran away when I found out."
"Does he even know?"
"He didn't." The words are heavy in my mouth.
"What do wewe mean kwa 'didn't'?" she asks curiously.
"I saw him in a playground today."
Kayla's eyes widened and said, "You have a very unorthodox life, wewe know that, right?"
"Yeah. Kinda like you."
"Pretty much," she admits.
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"Kayla West?" a studious-looking nurse with a clipboard says.
"Here," I call out.
"Will wewe come in with me?" Kayla whispers, sounding like a little girl afraid of the dark.
"Only if wewe want me to."
"You have no idea what I've gone through!" the girl tearfully screams at me.
"You're right. I don't. I have no idea what you've gone through, but that doesn't mean I don't care," I say calmly.
"Why would wewe care? wewe don't even know me."
"And wewe don't know me. How would wewe know that I don't?"
Kayla hesitates a little before answering.
"Because sometimes, not even being related to someone is enough to make them want to care. My own goddamned mother didn't even stick around long enough for me to remember what she even looks like!"
"Growing up must have been pretty awkward."
"You have no idea," Kayla says, grimacing a little.
"I apparently never do."
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"I had to sit on the edge of the bathtub and listen to my dad read out the instructions on a box of Tampax," she continues, cracking a small smile. A blanket is wrapped around her shoulders, and we're waiting for her to be examined.
I watch Jamie and Ashleigh play with the small chai meza, jedwali in the corner. Kayla's eyes follow my gaze.
"Is that your daughter?" Kayla asks me, unexpectedly.
"Yes."
"You look really young for a mom."
"I'm twenty-three. I had her when I was twenty."
"It wasn't planned, was it?"
"No. My boyfriend was helping me songesha in and it went way too far. I ran away when I found out."
"Does he even know?"
"He didn't." The words are heavy in my mouth.
"What do wewe mean kwa 'didn't'?" she asks curiously.
"I saw him in a playground today."
Kayla's eyes widened and said, "You have a very unorthodox life, wewe know that, right?"
"Yeah. Kinda like you."
"Pretty much," she admits.
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"Kayla West?" a studious-looking nurse with a clipboard says.
"Here," I call out.
"Will wewe come in with me?" Kayla whispers, sounding like a little girl afraid of the dark.
"Only if wewe want me to."
I really upendo to write.I've done it ever since I was only 4.
My mother used to write things like stories au poems and letters.My mom inspired me to write things now.
uandishi is really fun to do and I upendo it alot!Sometimes I write things like my mom did.
Whenever I feel mad I usually write things in the Write barua pepe on the computer and write things that have been on my mind for a couple of days,then I erase them because I always feel better after I do that and I usually feel much calmer and I get it out of my system.
Since I really upendo uandishi so much I was thinking that maybe I could become an mwandishi when I grow up. :)
I wouldn't just write poetry au stories,I would also like to write makala for other people to read (just like I'm uandishi one right now).But of course I would write it on a piece of paper.I would also like to write new vitabu for kids.
Again I really upendo to write and it's sort of special to me in my life.
My mother used to write things like stories au poems and letters.My mom inspired me to write things now.
uandishi is really fun to do and I upendo it alot!Sometimes I write things like my mom did.
Whenever I feel mad I usually write things in the Write barua pepe on the computer and write things that have been on my mind for a couple of days,then I erase them because I always feel better after I do that and I usually feel much calmer and I get it out of my system.
Since I really upendo uandishi so much I was thinking that maybe I could become an mwandishi when I grow up. :)
I wouldn't just write poetry au stories,I would also like to write makala for other people to read (just like I'm uandishi one right now).But of course I would write it on a piece of paper.I would also like to write new vitabu for kids.
Again I really upendo to write and it's sort of special to me in my life.
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It's so hard to forget
So late at night,
The darkest memory
That leaves me in fright
The color of crimson,
Is scary yet releasing.
Adrenaline builds since then,
And paranoia's increasing
Evening falls,
Ravens call,
And I see
Darkness over me
Don't walk alone
Don't be lost
I'm chilled to the bone
And that's to a cost.
Blood so warm
Words so cold
Get it over with!
This is getting old.
Midnight falls,
Ravens call,
And I see
Darkness overwhelming me
It's so hazy after that,
That's all I can see,
The short, very vague
Dark memory.
So late at night,
The darkest memory
That leaves me in fright
The color of crimson,
Is scary yet releasing.
Adrenaline builds since then,
And paranoia's increasing
Evening falls,
Ravens call,
And I see
Darkness over me
Don't walk alone
Don't be lost
I'm chilled to the bone
And that's to a cost.
Blood so warm
Words so cold
Get it over with!
This is getting old.
Midnight falls,
Ravens call,
And I see
Darkness overwhelming me
It's so hazy after that,
That's all I can see,
The short, very vague
Dark memory.
