Aurora:
I didn’t say a word.
For days, I was quiet, only choosing to speak when I had to.
I just kept looking into space as I got lost in a thousand thoughts, dark thoughts.
They were not ones that I could control nor were they ones that I could say a word about. But they were ones of pain.
“You need to eat, Aurora.” Marcel said, sitting on the couch beside me where I was laying. It was what they told me. I had to eat. I needed to stand to feed my baby, to be able to carry her. But how can a mother like me carry her? How could one who did not know the difference between her friend and enemy be able to help her?
“I am not hungry, Marcel. I already ate anyway, don’t worry.” I said, voicing out my pain. “I am not going to have my daughter go through the pain of not having a healthy mo
