Martina
I've been working with Marion here in the village for a month now. She is very kind and attentive to both me and my pregnancy.
She has asked me about the father, but I've told her the same thing I told my aunt. My aunt calls me daily and has insisted on coming to see me, but I don't let her come.
I'm afraid that the person who came that day will find me and force me to get rid of my babies. Two weeks ago, we went to the small hospital in the area to check that my baby was okay; but I got a big surprise.
Flashback
"Ready?" Marion asks, arriving at my room.
"Yes, let's go," I say with a smile and walk out of the room with her by my side.
We go in her car, and I feel a whirlwind of emotions as I look at the streets of the village, which is now a familiar place to me. The peop
