Chapter 18 Sorrows Of A Young Mother

• It was her. It couldn't not be her. It was that bitch. She was responsible for kidnapping and ratting me off to the social worker. Spewing lies.
• Allowing despair transform into anger, I picked my way through the evening crowd. I had to sneak out of the hospital when it was obvious the doctor wouldn't let me go until he was sure I was very healthy.
• Fuck healthy! I was going to live and that was all I needed to care for my daughter. God Lord, my daughter, I thought sadly, almost giving in to the new wave of despair and self-pity but I viciously swatted it away.