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aborted the baby, and went back reconcile, but he didn’t take her back. Her third, was from my father—her husband. I remember how fast my heart pounded when I heard my mother say Lola’s dad. All of these years, she never mentioned my biological father. Whenever I asked, with a tone of detestation, she would refuse to talk about him. After a financial quarrel with my mother, my father left to find a new job in the bay area. He was gone for a few months and my mother concluded—on her own, that he left her. With that, she aborted my would-be brother. A month after the abortion, my father came back. My mother hid the fact that she was pregnant with his first child. Slowly, they worked on saving their marriage, but when it concluded to a divorce, my mother hid the fact that she was pregnant again, this time with me. When the divorce was finalized, she told my father she was pregnant. My father who was returning to Mexico begged her to let him keep me. My mother refused, seeing her pregnancy wasn’t going to change his mind. She wanted him to beg her to take him back. That’s when she told him a lie that crushed his heart. She said I wasn’t his.
    “That was the last time I saw him.” she said to my neighbor. “He had the face of a white pale ghost.”
    “Does little Lola know about her father?”
    “No.” she scoffed. “If he’s dead to me, he’s dead to her.”
    My father believed my mother’s lies and then left, this time for good. It angered me that he didn’t ask for a paternity test, that he didn’t wait for me. My mother eventually re-married and had two children. Growing up, I couldn’t walk pass them without my siblings glaring at me. We didn’t share the same dad, I was an enemy to them.
    On the road, my truck roared as I pressed on the gas.
    It took me years to find out why my father wanted to keep me, but now I know—my mom isn’t right in the head.
    My feet fused with the gas pedal, and accelerated to 90 mph. I should have decelerated, but my thoughts pressed on my past.
    On my 18th birthday I stood by the yard, watching my mother throw my clothes into the lawn. Without any warning, she suddenly didn’t want me to live with her anymore. According to her, the fact that I’m an adult was going to count against her financially. She argued that I have become a burden because there was no use in putting me on her programs. My step dad agreed, my younger siblings agreed.
    I did my best to reason with them, I told them I would work hard and give them everything I earned, but they had made up their minds. Nobody wanted to deal with me. When my friend took me in, his parents pressured me into marrying him.
    No, not again, I’ve had it with them—all of them!
    “Not this time!” I shouted. “You hear me!”
    The engine thundered, I accelerated to 100 mph. The passing trees started to blur, the wind howled through the broken window. My arms trembled from the jerking steering wheel.
    I suddenly got a kick in my belly, in that split second, I snapped back to reality.
    My foot immediately released the gas pedal. Ahead, is a curve just a football field away, my heart pumped full adrenaline. I gracefully reduce my speed. I was moments from driving off a hill, my emotional attacks are going to be the death of me
    “I’m sorry.” I whispered to my little one. “I shouldn’t put you in danger—I’m sorry.”

Chapter Three
The Red Cabin

     
     
     
“…my mood dampens into the miserable woman I am.”

T he Okanogan Forest remains protected by specialists in biogeography, landscape ecologists, firemen, and restoration strategists. Occasionally, I see government vehicles parked on the roadside of the forest. Sometimes, they’ll flag me down, and ask me where I’m going. I had a long time explaining to them that I live here, and had to carry proof at all times. No one was pleased to know that a pregnant woman is living in a protected environment. My saving grace is mentioning my relation with