Cindy stood over the crib of her young daughter Charlotte watching her sleep peacefully in her crib. Tears began to fill her eyes as she watched the little girl finally sleeping peacefully. The long distance move had been hard and had taken a toll on both of them. The couple of nights that Cindy had splurged on a hotel the stay had been less than comfortable.
Even after they had arrived in the small town of Cabin Creek, WV they were still with out a place in which to permanently stay. Cindy had managed to find them places to stay at various shelters, and a couple times the kind elderly ladies where she had managed to find work had offered her and her daughter a place to sleep for the night. Other nights, when it wasn’t so cold, she had made do by sleeping in her car.
Cindy left her sleeping daughter, walking back out into the small living room where Alice was sitting on the couch crocheting a cardigan for her granddaughter Christa who was looking at a comic-strip on the floor.
Alice looked up from her crocheting for a moment before going right back to it. You get that precious little girl to sleep finally?” She asked.
“Yes,” Cindy replied with a relieved sigh. Poor thing just isn’t feeling quite right. I can’t thank you enough for letting us stay here tonight. I just don’t see how I could have managed sleeping in the car or at a shelter with poor Charlotte.”
“You know you can stay here as long as you need, till you get on your feet.”
“Didn’t you mention trying to reach the little one’s father” Alice asked after a short pause.
Cindy thoughts went to Charlie, for whom Charlotte had been named. Cindy had met Charlie a few years ago when she had been taking some college courses. They had struck up a conversation one day and had begun spending time together at the college. Soon they were spending time together off campus.
“Yeah,” Cindy replied, this time the sigh she let out was one of despair. “So far I haven’t heard a word. I honestly have no clue how I’m going to tell him about his daughter or how he’s going to take it when I do.”
“Won’t know till you try” Alice exclaimed. “Won’t know till you try”
“True,” Cindy said with a small smile. “And I appreciate you not listening to all the calumniations about me and about me just being a slut a hooker just because I had a daughter out of wedlock.”
“Important thing is your trying to do the right thing and get together with the father… And you’re doing an excellent job with little Charlotte.”
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