Her parents never referred to their child as a person, as an entity, as a baby. For them he was just a burden in her bright future.
“You’ll regret it as soon as you see the travails a single mother goes through. Don’t think the world is one of those Sandra Bullock movies. The world is not pink! Life is not, Melody! You don’t survive without a man by your side to take care of you. If that scumbag who damaged your life doesn’t love you, much less can you survive alone.”
“It’s not that he doesn’t love me,” she had said the first few days. Then she had realized that she had been stupid to pretend to think that Richard would come to his senses and be with her and her son, forming a happy family.
Melody came back to her reality, the reality she had since she had left home with suitcases.
