Isabella plopped on the bed letting the tears flow freely. Everything felt like a dream. She was okay with her previous life without all this complication.
She didnt even mind that she wasnt like her peers. She no longer wanted to have a father. All she wanted was to go back to how things used to be.
Who could blame her? Here she was, carrying a child in her womb not sure if she would survive the labour. She had been longing to see her mother.
This wasnt how she envisioned meeting Lora again. It was far from what shw had imagined. She wanted things to be better.
She had imagined that once Lora got back, she would be able to cry in her arms. Feel her warm embrace and listen to her soothing voice.
Bella had even thought that her mother would share her pregnancy experience with her. Such a big joke it turned out to be.