Damn teenagers baring children. Why some people bother I’ll never know. They come in here full. Proud of their bellys. Carrying suitcases for their brief stay. Holding onto their husband’s hand. Sweating and nervous. You don’t need a stethoscope to hear their hearts beating away with every second. I’ve seen so many come and go through here, like there was a sale in a department store, and they had to beat the crowd to get their first. Young and irresponsible. Can’t wait to grow up. Getting married. Hopping into bed. In such a rush it’s pathetic. Barely able to take care of themselves. It amazes me, how they expect to take care of an infant with all the demands and needs a little one makes. Sure, it’s easy enough having a child. Almost anyone can. Even the worst of us. And bringing a young one into a world you admit stinks to begin with is surely a challenge for a man and woman if there ever was one. And you, that man and woman have to be ready to fight for everything you get in return. Some of them do all right. But the majority…the majority…not that I’m an old lady, hell no, I’m raring to go, and if the right man comes along…the heart’s a mysterious thing.
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- Written by: Mark Levine