Laureen's POV
It's been a week since my mom died and all I've done these past days is to lay in bed and sulk and look around Sandra's house as well as watch the news and my favorite show.
It's been the most boring and slowest days of my life, even when Sandra tried her best to make it interesting for me, I was still weighed down by thoughts and pain.
Mrs Doris took it upon herself to make sure that I had my three square meals every day. When I got angry and asked what her problem was, she mentioned that she didn't really care about me but cared more about the babies in my womb, she needed them to grow healthy and that if I wasn't ready to feed them, I should pull them out for her.
That shut me up for a long time and anytime she gave me food to eat, I just trusted her and pushed it down
