The struggle- 55 fiction

There she was, tucked snugly into one of her books, lost in a world of her own. Unmindful of what "those" people thought about her. How did being a girl deny you the pleasure of a book? She adjusted her veil over her head and sighed. 

This was going to be one long struggle. 

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The prompt for this 55 fiction came from Vidya Sury on Write Tribe.

The valuable gift....

I remember being wheeled into the labour OT with Usha. Nervous prayers on our lips and dreams in our hearts! 

We promised to gift each other’s child a pair of silver anklets.

As I open my eyes, the nurse smiles at me. “It’s a girl.”

“Usha?”

“Her daughter’s heart now beats inside your little one.”
     
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Priceless!

The pain. 

Feels like a hundred people trying to tear me apart. My breath seems to fail me and so does my strength. I would rather die.

And then I hear the distinct cry. I am glad to have lived. Tears stream down my cheeks.

I look at her tiny pink face. She smiles. 

Priceless!