Fifty-nine: MTOABB

MTOABB

She opened the door to her apartment as Gomes stood behind holding the baby in his arms. I wasn’t sure what was the plan, but staying in this one bedroom apartment was not it.

“Sorry for the mess. I haven’t had time to clean up,” she says as she picks the clothes from the couch.

I gave her a smile. I didn’t know if I pitied her or wanted to be her. Maybe my brain is being stupid again, but I wonder what it’s like for her to be a teenage mom. Did she have to drop out of school? Are her parents being supportive? --Maybe not since she lives alone with the baby in this apartment.

She led Gomes to the back so he could put the baby on the bed. There were barely any pictures on the walls and the only two that I found were of her and Gomes and the other of her holding the baby. She didn’t have a television and there was barely any food in the fridge. I didn’t mean to snoop, but they hadn’t returned and it felt like hours had gone by.