I have a friend whom at this moment I would like to call
Nancy. I met Nancy in church and she was in the protocol department. She is one
of those ladies who help with cooking for the pastors and bishops; you can call
them the temple bread makers.
Nancy is very quiet and very beautiful. Well as for me I
have always been a kind of a tomboy and I never grew up with a mother so when
it comes to dressing I really sometimes need help. So I gathered up courage one
day and approached Nancy. I told her how I liked the way she conducted herself
and most of all I loved her sense of style. Funny enough we really talked a lot
and I came to discover that she was a year older than me.
Nancy is not your everyday young woman, in America you would
call her a baby mama but she is more than that. She lost her mother when she
was about eighteen years and in the mixture of emotions she got pregnant. She
had to be a mother to her siblings and her son. I am so happy that she did not
think of abortion. One of the most challenging things is when a church that
follows the teachings of Christ to the letter actually does that. Nancy had to
confess about her sexual adventure to the church during a Sunday service. I do
not have the guts to tell my youth pastor about some things. It was hard but
she did it and now as I speak Nancy has a handsome seven year old son whom I
know is the driving force in her life. She sees him as a blessing and it does
not matter how or when he came. The boy is disciplined and obeys his mother.
Well Nancy and I are now the best of friends. We can cry on
each other’s shoulders. I love her so much and in Facebook today I told her so.
You see there are those people who come to your life for a purpose and I
believe Nancy came into my life just in time. I truly needed someone mature to
talk to, someone who can take me as I am but mostly a friend who has gone
through a lot and we can go through whatever together, I hope you meet someone
like that too.
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