Life Lesson Snips of Tellers
Life Lesson 02: Life
Life is a gift
We secretly went on dates on a few occasions. Even though my family hadn’t said anything yet, I believe they are suspecting something then again, I cannot be sure. The only thing in my mind now is to see him again. We’re happy together no matter what others say or think. I am willing to go against all odds even if it means breaking ties with my family!
At the end of the movie he dragged me to the back of the car park where we tasted the sweetness of the forbidden fruit. I know it’s morally wrong yet the moment of passion excites me so. Oh, I am drowned in this heat of lust, my sanity swept away by this intense pleasure of the night. How I wish this could go on forever.
Reaching a halt to our immoral actions, I begin to feel the gravity of our actions pouring in. Yet when we parted, I only wished we could do it again like today.
My heart skipped a beat when my period refused to come. I was at a loss of what to do. Trying to wear a mask of norm, I avoided unnecessary questions as I went to a doctor only to find I was pregnant. Struck by fear of the consequences, I was engulfed by depression entirely. I had no one to rely on for this matter, I couldn’t go anywhere. No wait, I should let him know first.
Without flinching at the sudden news, we argued over what should’ve been done. In the end, I had no choice but to abort the baby for there was nothing more we could do. He’s a family man while my family felt strongly against the thought of us together.
Fright swallowed me entirely as I entered the abortion room. There is no turning back now; I have to go on with it.
Tears flooded my eyes uncontrollably that night as guilt washed over me. I could see clearly my baby inside, curling in the warmth of my womb; knowing he/she is safe. Yet I, as his/her mother betrayed the trust that little life has put on me. My head burned in sorrow as I smothered myself under a soft pillow hoping it would leave eventually.
No. Thirty years later the little foetus still haunts me in my dreams. I’m happily married to the man whom I lusted for; I even bore him a son who grew up to be a fine young man. Nevertheless, my first child still returns once in a while seeking the same comfort I had given to my son all these years.
Zich© 2008
