And knows he can get it from me.
I am my mother’s daughter.
It wasn’t always like this. At first it was just one guy, but when someone new drove me home, whistling and saying, “Damn, girl, you’re hot,” I knew what I was becoming, what I was doing.
I was going to let anyone have me until someone wanted me for more.
But then I found out I was pregnant.
And I hoped everything would change.
Hope. The word carries so much. Because what if it doesn’t work out or show up and come through?
But what if it does?