My Worlds
Kiara Williams was the kind of woman who turned heads without trying — 24, with curly hair that framed her face, striking blue eyes, soft dimples, and a petite 5’5” frame. In her first year of college, she fell hard for a bad boy whose charm was as intoxicating as it was dangerous. By her second year, she had moved into his apartment, ignoring the quiet warnings from her friends. For a while, it felt like love — reckless, thrilling, and all-consuming.
Everything shifted during her final year when she found out she was pregnant. He had begged her to end it, but Kiara’s heart wouldn’t let her. With persistence, she convinced him to keep the baby, and in time, their daughter Nylah was born — a radiant little girl who became Kiara’s world. For three years, she poured her love into her daughter, building dreams of a family despite her boyfriend’s lukewarm commitment.
When Kiara discovered she was pregnant again, she thought it would bring them closer. Instead, it exposed cracks too deep to mend. He grew distant — late nights, hushed phone calls, a password-locked phone. At six months pregnant, the truth hit like a storm: he was cheating. When she confronted him, he didn’t even flinch. His words cut colder than the night air: “I never wanted to be a dad. Leave.”
Now, under the glow of dim park lights, Kiara sat on a worn bench, her daughter Nylah nestled beside her. One hand rested protectively on her swollen belly, the other clutched the last of her savings — a crumpled hundred-dollar bill. She had no home, no plan, and no partner. But she had her children.