Sacrifice
she said as we both crept downstairs towards the back door.
    “Everything is going to be alright, you will soon have your life back again, I promise.”
    “With you by my side, I know I will,” I said as I smiled. Then all of a sudden we heard her mother’s concerned voice.
    “Kira?” We both ran as quickly and as quietly as two discovered mice back upstairs to the bedroom. I looked franticly for someplace to hide while Kira ran back down before her mother could get to the top of the stairs.
    “Kira?” she said as she met her by the stairs.
    “Yes mom.”
    “Are you ok?” she said with a worried look on her face.
    “Yes I am mother, why?”
    “Who were you just talking to?”
    “Nobody,” said Kira incredulously.
    “But I could swear I just heard you talking to somebody.”
    “Mom, I always talk to myself, you’re my mother, and you should know that.”
    “I have never heard you talking to yourself which is kind of insane.”
    “No it’s not, a lot of kids my age talk to themself.”
    “So why did you run then?”
    “Ummm, because... because, I left my backpack,” Kira stuttered.
    Her mother paused and looked at her quizzically then said, “You know you can come and talk to me if anything is wrong right?”
    “I know and I will mother,” she said as she came back in the room where I was hiding in the closet listening to their conversation.
    “Rachael?” Kira whispered when she heard her mother’s footsteps going back downstairs.
    “Yeah, I’m in the closet,” I whispered.
    “Come on let’s go,” she said.
    We both quickly rushed out and I hid in the back of her car just in case her mother was looking.
    “Wow, that was close,” said Kira as she pulled out of her driveway.
    “I know. We can’t talk in the hallway anymore.”
    “You’re right. But my mother is usually still sleeping at this time because of her shifts; she works from 1:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. then goes to her other job from 7:00 p.m. to 5:00 a.m.”
    “Wow those are some long hours.”
    “That’s my mother. She loves to work, so therefore she has no time to spend with us. So instead, she tries to make sure we have a nice roof over our heads and buys me anything my heart desires, well except for my heels, thinking that will make us happy.”
    “Doesn’t your dad work?”
    “Nope, he is like the mother and my mother is like my father. I am closer to my father and the housekeeper than to my mother. I don’t get to see a lot of her anymore. Not even on my birthday half of the time.”
    “Wow!” I said, somewhat shocked.
    “I know right. But I’m ok. I’m happy as long as she is happy.”
    “Are you really happy, or you just saying that?” I said, seeing a hint of sadness in her facial expression.
    “I’m used to it. I love my mother and I’m happy I have a mother, but I don’t get to enjoy her like I have a mother, you know. Sometimes I forget I even have one, because I don’t see her when I wake up and I’m sleep most of the time when she gets back home.”
    “I think you should talk to her.”
    “What for? That is not going to make her stop working like she does, because my mother is a workaholic, she wouldn’t stop over a conversation.”
    “You don’t know unless you try Kira.”
    “Rachael she wouldn’t quit her job just to spend time with me.”
    “Of course not, but she can work around her schedule to spend time with you.”
    “Mmm, don’t think so, but can we drop this subject please?”
    I gave in, sensing this topic was painful for her to keep talking about, as she drove me to work then headed off to school.

 
    Chapter 3
     
    My first day at work was as expected. I didn’t know much, but I was determined to learn as things got better. After training and working there for a while, he finally gave me a full time schedule as I have been requesting.  I worked almost every day saving as much as I can to get an abortion. My body ached every morning as the days went by, I was eager to get
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