Realization

It's been three days since seeing father.

Three days filled with me crying.

Three days I wish to take back.

I told her nothing good would come of it.

 

I guess telling him about the baby was a bad idea.

Should have kept my mouth shut.

On the plus, they told me I never have to go through that again.

Even they realized it was a bad idea to take me there.

 

But I still can't forget what he said to me.

"How could my daughter turn into such a hoe?

Let alone get pregnant by that fool?

Reba, you're nothing to me anymore.

 

Your mother would be so disgusted.

You are no longer my daughter, W***E!"

It kills me to think about it,

Urges me to reach for a blade and let the pain out.

 

I know father isn't right.

I'm no w***e, and mother would be proud of me.

Especially since I'm turning myself around,

Not just for me, but for my little creature inside.

 

Gosh, just thinking about this baby is overwhelming.

Yet, it brings me back to reality,

Helps me remember why I'm here.

I hope it's twins so I can have one girl and one boy.

 

I no longer feel the need for a drink, or a puff.

That's a good sign or so they tell me.

Gotta get a check-up soon on the baby,

To make sure it's still healthy.

 

I also get to find out the sex of my little gift.

Trent will be happy if it's a boy,

He always told me that when he has kids,

He wants his first born to be a gorgeous little boy.

 

Now the next step is to find Trent.

To tell him about the news, to beg for forgiveness.

I forgive myself for pushing him away,

but I yearn to be in his arms again.