I look at my son; he’s beautiful. The most beautiful baby I have ever laid my eyes on – maybe I say so because he is my son.

It has been a full 3 years since I finished high school.

I sit next to him and smile; he looks up with his big brown eyes and giggles at my touch. He looks so much like his father that used to bother me.

I bite the inside of my cheeks, biting my tears back. No this won’t break me.

“You look beautiful.”

I look at my mother and smile “I don’t want to go.”

Of course there’s no reason why I should go, I was humiliated on my last year for being used by the popular guy at school. He was Thami; he was the most handsome guy at school and I ended up getting pregnant by him. After surviving the humiliation of pregnancy and dropping out I had to make myself go back to school not only for me but for my child, but they still asked me to come to the homecoming

“Don’t stress too much. You deserve a relaxing night; go.” My mother says as she hands me my bag with a huge smile on her face.