Aniyah’s POV
‘Tell me Aniyah, what’s wrong? Are you having trouble? Is someone giving you problems?’ Mama voice got louder, the protective edge cutting through me.
‘I . . I . . ‘ I started as sobs caught in my throat.
‘Aniyah honey, tell me’ my mother ordered.
‘I’m pregnant’ I mumbled, my voice catching as I pulled my knees up to my chest protectively.
The line went silent and if I couldn’t hear my mother breathing at the other end of the line, I would have thought she hung up. ‘Mama?’ I called out quietly.
‘Shh’ my Mama replied curtly, ‘don’t speak right now, I need a minute.’
I fell silent, waiting for my mother to talk to me again, biting my fingernail as the silence stretched between us, tears running down my face.
‘How is this possible Aniyah, I thought you . .’ she started.
