Metamor4Sis

I suspected for a while that something was amiss.

Don’t ask me what it was. I just knew somehow. I can’t pinpoint it.

I told my Hubby about it and initially he was skeptical.

Then it all came out one morning just as we were preparing to leave for work.

She stood there, looking absolutely miserable, initially unable to look at me in the eye.

When the words finally came out, all I could say was I knew.

She was pregnant.

I couldn’t decide which was more sad – that she had tried to hide, that she had chosen this path, that she was not going to be officially married or that she would be dependent on what seemed to be a not-so-responsible man.

On my part, I would be sad to lose her, but strangely I did not feel devastated at all.

So she left that day. Supposedly to get married.

She said she would be back. But I knew she would not be well enough to do so.

Sure enough, the news came today that her pregnancy was not going well and she ought not work anymore.

Oh, did I mention that it was my household help I was referring to?

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