I remain on the floor, leaning at the door of the apartment, which has already been locked. I have nowhere to go but to lie on this floor.
I have no friends, and I can’t go back to my home. My life is no longer safe in my home. I can’t believe I suddenly became an outcast in less than forty-eight hours.
“Ma'am, you have to leave; it’s cold out here, and beside, someone who wants to rent the apartment is coming to check it out soon. It won’t be nice if he sees someone sleeping in front of the room that he is about to rent.” The owner of the building advises me to leave since I’m no longer a tenant in the building.
“Can I stay a little while, please? I have no where to go; I’m pregnant, and I’ve been abandoned by my husband.” I hated that I started sounding like a beggar. It hollows out
