A heavy breeze slapping me in the face as I sat, wondering why everything in my life has gone wrong. From the day I met him I knew he was trouble, the slaps, the kicks, the pulling, and pushing. “I didn’t want this…I’m too young”, I would say to myself while looking in the mirror. I’ll cry for help, but looking in his eyes I had something special just for me, for the first time I realize life is not as hard as I make it seem. Forgetting about my worries and not calling it a mistake I lay eyes at my beautiful son.
November 2, 2008