Memory written in mid-twenties

I was 16 when I saw him for the first time…

Everybody said they understood me,

but from time to time, they’d say:

“you really think you’d get together?”

It was then that I decided to hide it.

Most of the time my cries were hidden;

but sometimes I hugged my mother and just cried silently,

and every time she asked me the reason, I’d answer

“I don’t know.” or just “I don’t feel good.”

 

I’d already built my own future.

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And right now, I’m working beside my dear husband in the best place I could’ve asked for,

and I’m slowly preparing myself for my twins that’ll be born the next month,

and I’m gonna spend my whole time with them and my only job would be as a mother.

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