“You are not worthy of being called a mother. A mother does not leave her premature baby on someone’s doorstep. You have no right to call yourself that little girl’s mother. You are despicable, and I won’t let you anywhere near her or Isa. Now leave before I call the cops and have you arrested for trespassing,” I say, and she laughs.
“Acting all self-righteous when you are nothing but a whore.” “You know nothing about me. But I see you. I know exactly who you are,” I say and pull the door closed and take a step towards her. “Are you going to leave peacefully, or do I have to make you?” I ask. This time I won’t back down.
She is not pregnant and I am not injured. I won’t let her anywhere near my daughter. I finally realize that Zia is mine. Nothing will change that. I can give her the l
