Weekend Writing Warrior post #8sunday


I’m traveling this week, well just a few short miles from home.  Believe it or not I’m writing this from a phone.  I lost a lot of the punctuation and I think my links aren’t working, but I will fix those tomorrow morning as soon as I get home.

Technology is unbelievable.  In Chicago land we are preparing for a snowstorm.   Hopefully it’s not too bad.

Last week we left with Liliana in labor, next we’ll jump ahead I promise.   For now, let’s stop in and see what’s happening.

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“It’s a boy!”” The doctor said.

Everyone cheered in excitement, but I felt no joy. I felt like a creature was lying between my legs and couldn’t wait for them to move it. Elena wiped sweat from my forehead as she stood over me smiling. Antonio obstructed my view of her, putting his hideous face over me to get my attention.

“”Don’t you want to see your baby?””Antonio asked.

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And that’s it.  I hope you enjoyed it.  Visit my Weekend Writing Warrior friends here.

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About nevasquiresrodriguez

Neva Squires-Rodriguez was born and raised in a neighborhood located on the North Side of Chicago. Mother, Wife, Expert at Multitasking... and now, Author and Columnist for Reflejos Newspaper, Neva creates electrifying stories with a twist. Neva Squires-Rodriguez earned her Masters Degree from National University, a feat which she worked very hard to obtain and says she will work even harder to pay off. She claims to be a typical American, full of dreams that will hopefully get her to a more comfortable lifestyle one day. She says, “God has a plan and I will follow wherever it is that He takes me.”
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23 Responses to Weekend Writing Warrior post #8sunday

  1. Frank Fisher says:

    Great 8! I think once she’s over the pain she’ll be sharing the joy. Hope you don’t get as much snow as they are calling for.

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    • Sorry for the late response. We got more snow then expected, it was nuts, caught the flu Sunday and had to work at the 911 center which is three minutes from my house normally-but it was a 30 minute ride home, including reving my car up the hill to get to my garage. 😦 It was bad. Hope it’s nice weather by you.

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  2. chellecordero says:

    Wow, I get the feeling the only thing Antonio sees her as is a baby-factory, very impersonal. I really feel for Liliana. Great snippet.

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  3. Poor girl, she’s pooped! Everyone just needs to give her a break. Great snippet as usual!

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  4. I despise Antonio–and his mom. What a horrible life Liliana is forced to live. Just horrible…

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  5. Ugh. Just ugh. I need to make sure I don’t go on a side rant here about men assuming anything about women and their desire to procreate. Or for women to assume anything about other women for that matter.

    Very powerful little snippet in such a short time frame! Thanks so much for sharing!

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  6. Smething awful is happening in this snippet. My heart aches for her and the innocent newborn who should be treasured. You’ve appealed to all of us , Neva

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  7. I agree with the others – powerful snippet and I feel for your heroine.

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  8. elainecsc2013 says:

    I’m not thrilled with Antonio. Poor girl. I feel so bad for her.

    Like

  9. caitlinstern says:

    Her tribulations aren’t over yet, I sense. Poor woman, maybe she can catch her breath later.

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