Cora Della Smith

   Being a 21-year-old mother was not part of my plan this year as a senior student in one of the top college. I was supposed to graduate this year with financial & accounting degree, but I guess no more than just a dream to be a successful accountant.

   I sat on the toilet with a white and pink coloured stick that showed two pink lines. Burning a hole on it before throwing it into a bin near the white counter along with three more sticks with the exact same result.

   I couldn't deny it as much as I want to. I have to take a responsibility. It was my fault as much as his or her dad. It was intended to be just a one night stand, not a one night stand plus baby-making. I swore I would kill that guy slash the supposed to be daddy.

   I changed into a pair of skin-tight jeans and a grey hoodie with 'young and free' written on it. I grabbed my car keys on the bedside table. A small piece of paper that was scrunched up into a ball along with a few hundreds dollars settled beside a small frame. I sighed before searching my handbag for some cash before heading out.

   "Ms. Smith," a middle aged nurse called out, tapping me out of my trance. I sat down on the chair, feeling nervous, scared yet excited on getting to learn about my baby.

   "What may I help you today, Ms. Smith," the doctor asked. The name tag read Felicia. "Oh, I have taken a few tests and come up with the result of me being pregnant. I just want to make sure of it and everything."

   "I see."

   I was out after minutes of being suffocated in the place full of the smell that made me wanted to throw up. There was a close restaurant, so I decided just to have my lunch there seeing that the baby refused to let me have a breakfast this morning.

   Pushing the door open, I was greeted by a very wonderful smell that made my stomach growled. I see you seem to like the smell baby, I hope you like the taste of it too. I ordered one pulled pork sandwich with fresh orange juice.

   My baby somehow accepted it halfway until he or she decided she/he wanted some vanilla ice-cream that I couldn't even focus anymore on the food, so I left the money under the glass of my drink before going out on a serious ice-cream hunting.

   My baby was only about seven weeks old. The doctor said I should come back on the fourth week as I have been experiencing symptoms that leads to me expecting two instead of one baby. One or two, it doesn't matter, I couldn't back away now, I'd love them equally and try to give them the best life ever.

   With my thoughts running around in my head, I didn't realize of a presence before me that I accidentally bump into the person. I almost lost my balance, but with a quick reaction, I managed to regain my composure.

   "I'm sorry," I apologized, but the man had walk past me. He was on the phone like nothing had happened, giving me the view of his back. I sighed. I was too tired to be mad as of right now, so I continue my journey towards an ice-cream parlour a few meters ahead right outside the park's gate, under a shady tree.

   "One vanilla ice-cream please."

   There was a lot of young children running and some were waiting eagerly for their ice-cream. I rubbed my flat belly. You know, this is what mommy will give you, a fun life unlike mine, so be here fast.

   "Here your ice-cream miss." I thanked the guy and walk to the nearest bench to savour it. I have no class for today, so better make it worth it. Sadly for me the ice-cream was gone in a flash and I only have credit card left and a few cents, so I took my leave, promising myself another tub of ice-cream along the way home.