FROM MRS. TO ME

lties with no one to carter for her . Emma grew up to be a beautiful and compassionate woman .Her love and dedication to others is something people admired her for . She was committed to he

t isn't favourable to her was her relationship with men.

that she was pregnant from her past relationship and this was the hardest stro

words on the pregnancy test taunted her. "Pregnant." The single w

ion, the toxic relationships, the lost opportunities – it all

The neglect, the abandonment, the constant feeling of not being enough. She'd

e thought about the baby growing inside her, a tiny human who deserved a chance a

her under with their intensity. She felt like she was starin

o bury. She remembered the small, neglected old orphanage, the sound o

eft when she was young, and Sarah had turned to substances to cope with the pain. Emma ha

me from school, hungry and tired, only to find the cupboards bare and her mother passed out on the couch. She'd had to fen

matches, and the tears. Her mother's words still echoed in her mind: "You're just like you

ut, seeking attention and validation in all the wrong places. The relationships she'

ralled out of control. She'd lost count of the number of times she'd promised he

inder of her failures. She felt like she was staring at a reflect

d she break free from the patterns of her past and forge a new path? Or would she continue t

ad left her feeling drained and vulnerable. She thought about felix, her ex-partner who

peating patterns of self-doubt and people-pleasing. She wondered if she

was Rachel, her friend who had always b

?" Rachel asked, her

out the pregnancy and her fears about being a mother. Rachel

el said. "But you're not alone. I'm here fo

Rachel. For the first time in a long while, she felt like

e to make. She could let her past define her, or s

. For the first time in weeks, she felt like she wasn't alone in this journey

ing her down. The clutter, the mess, the reminders of her past mistakes. She felt a s

ld clothes, dusted off shelves, and scrubbed the kitchen until it sparkled. As she

rganized space. It was far from perfect, but it felt like a start. She

el, arriving with a care package and a listening ear. She sm

s and a warm smile. "I brought some food and supplies

her. With Rachel by her side, she felt