Wednesday, July 16, 2003
31 weeks pregnant.
So today, I'm walking down the street, carrying a few bags of shopping. Infuriatingly heavy for just one days food. Its baking hot, the rain starts to fall. It kind of tropical. I just pass the sports centre, when a young black man comes rushing towards me saying, 'I have a spare umberella, I dont want you to get wet, please take it.' I smile all the way home. Everyone around here is being so warm to me. It feels like the neighbourhood is watching me, watching-out for me. It feels good.
So today, I'm walking down the street, carrying a few bags of shopping. Infuriatingly heavy for just one days food. Its baking hot, the rain starts to fall. It kind of tropical. I just pass the sports centre, when a young black man comes rushing towards me saying, 'I have a spare umberella, I dont want you to get wet, please take it.' I smile all the way home. Everyone around here is being so warm to me. It feels like the neighbourhood is watching me, watching-out for me. It feels good.
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