– An idealist, a late-blooming woman who hasn’t given birth yet, – he said, from whom I wanted a child.
I dreamed of a family and children, but instead he dumped his problems on me.
I wouldn’t become a mother, I had to accept it—so in grief I stumbled into someone else’s party, got drunk, and for the first time in my life spent the night with a stranger.
Now I’m pregnant, and all I know about the baby’s father is which house he lives in. No name, no surname, and not even the apartment number—my tipsy head couldn’t hold onto any of that.
– In this house lives the father of my child, – I say to the camera of a guarded high-rise in despair.
– Yeah, sure—people like you show up here every day, – the guard chuckled.
They didn’t let me in behind the fence. The prospect of not only being a late-blooming woman, but also becoming poor (thanks to my ex) appeared on the horizon. But… it would all be too simple.
A meeting with my future father awaits!