Mommy, My Angel
chapter 8

With a little rough, the female prison cell officers pushed Sandra's back, into a special — detention cell for, the prisoners who get the punishment.

"You, will be here, for 24 hours. Accept punishment!" The officer shouted with a sneering face.

After delivering a decree with a mocking face, the woman closed the iron door.

Sandra could only stand still by looking at the dimly lit room around her. Very small space is also stuffy. The air inside was so hot, there was only a slight gap that made the air enter and Sandra could breathe a little bit of air.

The woman undressed the prisoner she was wearing, leaving a sports bra with a flaunting of her large belly.

There was nothing in the room, just a dirty empty room.

Regardless of the conditions around her, Sandra flicked the clothes she was wearing to the floor, and lay there in a shabby prisoner.

Sandra stared at the ceiling of the room which contained several cobwebs. Sandra pondered her difficult fate.

One of his palms, stretched out over his large belly, stroked lovingly as well as love.

Sandra could only pray and try, so that her daughter's life was not as miserable as hers.

Sandra had no problem sleeping where she was. In fact, since childhood he has been with the darkness also lives abandoned.

Little Sandra, even once slept in a dirty tunnel, where all the reputedly disgusting animals were there.

Little Sandra, could only cry in silence by hugging herself. Sleeping in a dirty place.

Not even eating in two days, little Sandra would hide behind a fancy restaurant trash can, only to find a piece of leftover bread or a piece of discarded leftover food.

To fill his hungry stomach.

Repeatedly little Sandra, getting unpleasant treatment from the people of the upper class or she will be driven rude when the restaurant owner knows her whereabouts.

Since childhood Sandra was famous, strong and tough, proven she never cried or asked in front of the crowd.

Little Sandra would offer her power in a small shop in her town, lucky the owner of the little shop, feeling sympathy for little Sandra, who was, he also gives a job as a dishwasher in the store also gives Sandra a place to live in her house.

But it did not last long, because the wife also the owner of the tavern did not like the presence of — Sandra, which he said as a pestle.

Sandra was again driven, she went down the road of the big city with no footwear or money at all.

Little Sandra, trying to return to the home relics of both parents inhabited by the uncle who is the father's sister.

Instead of getting open arms is also a warm hug that is needed — Sandra little who is still 10 years old, but a diatribe also violence that he got.

The uncle also had the heart to send it to an orphanage, after the uncle took over all the treasures of his parents.

Little Sandra lives in an orphanage. He got a kayak bed there, as well as good food. Not only that, Sandra can continue her school.

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Sandra did not feel tears, when remembering her difficult childhood.

He can only hope, someday the baby does not live like him.

"Mommy, will always give you a full life worth living. Mommy won't let you live like, mommy."

"You, you have to live happily. And mommy swore, would give that happiness."

"Mommy, willing to lose some of mommy's limbs, in order to make you happy. Mommy, even willingly dive into the ocean to bring you to a decent life."

Sandra continued stroking her stomach with a soft sobbing sound while inviting the baby in her womb.

Sandra felt a powerful kick from her fetus, followed by pain around her waist to her stomach.

Sandra bit her lower lip, in order to endure the pain.

"What is this that Grandma said? If it's any sign, the birth will be painful."

Back Sandra hissed withstanding the pain back in her stomach. "Akhs! Sick," sizzled Sandra while trying to get up and lean her back against the wall of the room.

"It's time for you to come out, son. Or this is because of mommy, fatigue," muttered Sandra who was still stroking her stomach.

The events that Sandra had experienced all day made her so tired. But it was hard for him to complain.

"Akh!" Shouted Sandra stifled, as she felt such terrible pain.

"Gosh, this grandma is so sick," he muttered while gripping firmly, his own two palms.

Cold sweat now flooded Sandra's red face, her face looked so tense, when again, felt the pain.

Sandra regulated her breathing, which Grace's grandmother often taught her. Sandra also fixed her sitting position comfortably and again shouted with her mouth stuffed with a prisoner cloth.

"Grandma, pain!" His words were soft with his chest rising and falling rapidly, adjusting his breath as Sandra's — reflex strained.

Sandra continued to massage the back of her waist, with a face that was so pain-resistant.

"OH God!" Sandra cried back screaming stifled.

"Grandma," call Sandra clean.

Sandra was so surprised, when she saw the clear liquid flowing from her groin, so much, along with the pain that was so unbearable, Sandra shouted loudly.