prologue
Keeping the identity of your child's father in a small town tends to earn you a reputation. I live in a small town where everyone knows everyone. It's not that I don't know who my daughter's father is, the fact that him and I never made our relationship public so I never told anyone about it hence earning me the title of the town's slut.
He was seventeen when we started seeing each other secretly, now I'm twenty one works as a waitress/ bartender when needed and a single mother of a beautiful one year old and her father have no idea she even exist.
There is only one person in this town who knows the truth about who Trixie's father truly is and that person is none other than my best friend Brooke.
My parents have been asking me to tell them who he is since they found out I was pregnant, but I never did. Mainly my mom just wanted to know to save face in town when some one had something to say about it but truly I really don't care what others have to say as long as I know the truth I an good. When I found out I was pregnant was when he shipped out for the army, he joined when he finished high school and shipped out right after.
I haven't heard from him not even once since he left and promised to write but never did. To say I was madly in love with him was an understatement, so when I heard he was in contact and talking with his family and friends but not me hurt like hell. My daughter and I now live in a two bedroom house. She is growing so fast and having to do everything myself is tiring especially having to work late nights and being up early with her everyday my body is exhausted but I have no choice as I will do anything for my daughter.