Carrie looked into the mirror, there she stood, looking into the mirror, she saw herself. Her hand resting on her growing bump. She moved her hand to rub her bump.

Never had she felt more alone, she had no one to turn to, it was a stigma to be pregnant and alone.

Her parents had kicked her out, over ten years ago, because they did not want her, she had rebelled, pretty much against everything and everyone, in her singularity, she had managed to turn everyone away and now she was paying the price.

A tear ran down her cheek, as she began to sob, she had thought of ending her life, to just go, no one would notice, she just wanted to be loved, it’s not much to ask she thought.

Then suddenly, she felt a kick against her hand, which shot her out of her daze, but was the first time she had felt the baby kick.it suddenly dawned on her, the Euphoria of the baby kicking, was telling her, that I love you, that everything will be alright, not to give up, there is always hope,

The tears turned from tears of sadness and sorrow to tears of joy and happiness, and for the first time, Carrie felt complete.