In My Desperate Time

My belly is growing bigger, and I can’t conceal my pregnancy at all when I approach twenty weeks.

I’m glad I left Virginia. Otherwise, Frances would have discovered that I’m pregnant, and the baby should be gone by now.

My old phone is in the suitcase. For several times I want to see if Frances has texted me. I want to know if he cares about my departure. Even if he feels just a little bit irritated or angry, that counts.

But in the end, I don’t have the courage to turn on the phone. I’m afraid to hear from him, and I’m even more afraid that he hasn’t texted me at all.

I miss him. I think of him every second, every minute and every night.

However, he is not to be seen on TV in a foreign country. And I don’t dare to read the news online, afraid that it will be all about him and other women.

My inner conflict almost drives me crazy.

One day I take a short trip to the supermarket. When I come back, I find that my parents are delightful.

are good people, who give me family warmth that I haven’t experienced for a long time. Mother’s name is Yvonne Bradley, and she is a very gentle woman.

She helps me to the table and nags. “Don’t buy so many

happened? Have you won the lottery? Why are you so

see you.” Dad says with a

Someone?

of Frances, my

“Who?”

I find that my

of course. Who else could it be?” Mom

laughing at myself. Who else will come to see me? I miss

could it be him? I’m

force a smile and turn

man. If I were you, I would have

about? We are just friends, very, very good friends.” I hastily