The seamlessly searing morning of June is mere beyond, making plants and
trees withered; leaving dams and sees draining; and, letting humans and
animals alike seem helpless as the scorching sun vents. I awoke with
sweat seeping in me, troubled by the cry of my four-year-old child,
Chad. After those months I’ve spent reading articles regarding know-how
of parenting, mastering the basics I learned in college, and grasping by
heart advices I was told by my family and friends and some people
concerned; nothing of these all had prepared and welcomed me in the
world I was never ready and scares the most—to be a mom—to be a single
mom.
I met Elijah back on my first year in Institute of Nursing in FEU. We were classmates and since our surnames starts with same letter, we became seatmates and often belong to same group, that’s why knowing each other and becoming friends came as fast. We studied and did homework together, shared stories, confided secrets, and went out at times. And yes, we then became head over heels in love to one another. However, our relationship was not an exception to mishaps that life bequeaths.
It has almost been five years now since I found that I was conceiving, and it was during those times that I felt utterly alone, confused. “We will do everything we can to raise the child well. We will get a degree and have a good life… No… It’s we will have the best life. And as long as we have each other, we shall overcome challenges as they befall. I love you.” Those words were exactly what I needed to escape bewilderment I was contained. We survived the two months thereafter and since both of us were still students, we experienced rough times, especially when managing our time.
I started to experience morning sickness, became picky to foods and sometimes had difficulty in sleeping. Soon, the growing of the child inside me was becoming more visible. I began wearing loose clothes, cut classes often, and got upset most of the time. Moment came when I can no longer conceal the truth, so Elijah and I decided to confess everything to my mom.
I met Elijah back on my first year in Institute of Nursing in FEU. We were classmates and since our surnames starts with same letter, we became seatmates and often belong to same group, that’s why knowing each other and becoming friends came as fast. We studied and did homework together, shared stories, confided secrets, and went out at times. And yes, we then became head over heels in love to one another. However, our relationship was not an exception to mishaps that life bequeaths.
It has almost been five years now since I found that I was conceiving, and it was during those times that I felt utterly alone, confused. “We will do everything we can to raise the child well. We will get a degree and have a good life… No… It’s we will have the best life. And as long as we have each other, we shall overcome challenges as they befall. I love you.” Those words were exactly what I needed to escape bewilderment I was contained. We survived the two months thereafter and since both of us were still students, we experienced rough times, especially when managing our time.
I started to experience morning sickness, became picky to foods and sometimes had difficulty in sleeping. Soon, the growing of the child inside me was becoming more visible. I began wearing loose clothes, cut classes often, and got upset most of the time. Moment came when I can no longer conceal the truth, so Elijah and I decided to confess everything to my mom.
