nt of Salah's mansion for hours waiting for

at Salah is comfortable meeting me. I hate it. I

when the mansion lights up more than it always is. And all th

ast meeting flash in my head. I feel pain and betrayal.

sent his people to throw me out like garbage. If it was not for t

be dea

m dying

very dangerous territory. I know that. But I have nothing

*

ah Jr. on the floor, reading a book in our single tiny be

ody from the rough sex I had with Salah yes

hing Junior playing happily in front of me. I cann

choose this

ld be difficult, but I thought at least I wo

goes to school. To walking him do

im all alone without me in

e whether my decision to choose to keep h

rves better than what

to take that little his father can offe

father, with the same piercing

I had to look forward to. I never thought I would have t

it crossed my mind to tell him about his exi

one that did not belong. His mother’s

on to that. That is why I chos

but happy. But as I look at him, I also feel a glimmer

owledge that is beyond his years. I know my son is

n he is older too. “Hey there, handsome,” I speak t

, Mommy. Are

t me with curious eyes just like his father's eyes

t finished the one you bought me yesterday!” I smil

ycare or preschool. My son is doing better than those

y hand to my nightgown. Junior stands up hurriedly

.” I take the water and drink a sip. Putting the g

you wait for Mommy outside for

before he is too far, I pull him back into a tight hug an

tween tears threatening my eyes. He looks u

away from me I feel tear

e sun is shining bright in the sky reminding me it's time for m

turn around to Tina. I remove my night

he blood coating it. Walking in slow steps up to me. She rai

all wet. “Christina, what is wrong

g?” she speaks her voic

se, what

me?! “ She brings my diagnosis report out of