A girl called Brenda II

Brenda vowed that she would rather die than give birth and raise a child she didn't plan for; but to me she was already dead and had already raised it. In a flash of ample happiness, she lost it, gave it all away and now she had the audacity to think that she still was [...]

A girl called Brenda

Whenever I think of it, I get hate feelings, I start to wonder what kind of person I am. I hate the picture i get when I imagine me. Brenda was a 17-year-old girl when I met her. She was slender and on a toll of growing tall. She was young, still growing up but [...]