I can't get a pregnancy test in prison. So I'm not sure.
I don't know whom I can talk to about that.
And I have no idea what to do if I'm really pregnant.
I am at lost, but instinctively, I want to protect my unborn child.
Fortunately, Mindy will come to visit me today. I can use her advice.
Through the glass, I see Mindy looking at me with anxiety.
I force a smile at her, then sit down, and pick up the phone.
Mindy sobs while talking, tears rolling in her eyes.
"Jane, you seem to have lost so much weight. And you look haggard. Did you get bullied inside?"
Got bullied?
I sure did.
But those pains and humiliations make me feel alive.
"No. I have something to tell you."
I frown and whisper, "Mindy, I might be pregnant."
Mindy's expression suddenly changes.
She is so shocked that she almost can't hold the receiver.
"Why are you pregnant now? You can't keep this child!"
I wanted to listen to her opinion. But when I hear she says it so decisively, suddenly, I feel even more reluctant to give up on this child.
"Why?"
I murmur.
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