Amina got up from the bed feeling groggy, she felt cold and her head was aching. She licked her lips and felt the cracks on them. It had been that way for a week now, struggling, she reminded herself every time she was doing it for the baby. She wanted to have her baby healthy and alive.
She stepped into the shower and turned on the shower head letting the warm water wash over her, she closed her eyes as her body shook under the spray and caressed her tummy. A small bump had already formed, it was barely visible but she could feel it. It gave her the strength to fight it all the more. She wasn’t a drug addict, she was Amina and she never gave up.
She stepped out of the shower and padded barefoot to the room, dripping water on the tiled floor. She opened the mini fridge and took out a b
