Sweet Sixteen

“SWEETEST SIXTEEN”

Just like a dream, I was awakened by a loud cry of a baby. As I open my eyes beside me lay a baby boy with round face, black eyes, pinkish lips and cute little nose. I looked around me and as I noticed I was in the hospital. I came to think “why am I here?” I finally remembered I just gave birth. I sighed and took a deep breath whispered to myself “GOODLUCK.”

First months were very hard, I could die! How will I change his diapers? How will I carry him? Many questions of how? Tears run down my face when I saw him crying hardly for I do not even know what to do. I always stumble and cry but as I take a look at his innocent face it motivated me. I should strive hard! I’m now a mother and I should take good care of him. A mother at the age of 16, DISGUSTING!

Kissed him goodbye and whispered, “I love you son.” It is the first day of school. I was too much pressured! New faces, new environment and I don’t even know how to mingle with them. I can do this! Criticisms filled my ears but though it’s hurting me, I don’t mind them. I walked in front of them with poise, “Who are they to judge me? They do not even know the story.”

First place in short story writing, it was my name that they announced. I was very excited to come up the stage; it was for my son I told myself. I chinned up, walked along the aisle and received my certificate, I was overwhelmed. Left wondering, I was very dismayed with the students who have all the guts to study yet refused to study well. I burned my eyebrows every night though I need to let my baby sleep first before studying I’m trying my very best. If only they know how hard it was to be rebellious. It does not give any good thing instead make things worse.

It was very hard for me to stand again. I was misjudged but “Who cares?” what important is I have stand the responsibility alone. It was a blessing in disguised for it made me grew more mature and dedicated. Though I suffered hundred times in pain, it made me the...