The Triangle of Love

ed, I couldn't move an inch of my body. I stretched my hand to get my phone that was under the pil

y. Why on earth did I just wake up so early? What is wrong with me? this in

tives and tried to eat light, so I could have a good nigh

ants as I searched for my clit to rub vigorously so I could have an orgasm that would lead me back to

on that today was my birthday and the alarm was not my wake-up alarm, but rather a

lier that was situated at the center of my ce

is my birthda

o me, but as I compared it to my previous birthday out at the orphanage home, there

periencing, I had no bloodline family to celebrate this day with me, or

and my foster sibling

“At least you remember today is my birthday”. I let it blare for a while, soaking t

ering the conflicting emotions stirred by my unknown parentage and t

nied reflections on my past. Yet, despite the absence of answers, I resolv

a little, and I was lost

re of music interrupted my thoug

night spent contemplating my life, I was

” she exclaimed wi

emplating my life, my foster mom gav

ugged me deeply, her chin resting

're 23 years old, baby girl,” sh

vident in my voice, “I am tired

exclaimed i

ou, baby girl. Come

Jack interrupted me with

kwardness was bewildering, b

ng, and immediately we stop

you so much

stop the music, it

he cake, and stopped the music I lay back on

”? Mrs. Rosa said as she cut a piece of cake an

fully, the cake looked attractive,

can I

t is a family tradition that the celebrant

m m

ve kept for a long time, I was part of the family for almo

I was not wanted here again. I would rather not

s, I would like to find my real parents. I think I am old

s flavor, my eyes lighting up with delight. “I know

for you, and I don't want you to fill up too

't help but admire Mrs. Rosa's calm and welcoming demeanor towa

me up when he finished with the client at the resta

and he couldn't help, but reach out to

en us, foster siblings, felt unsettling. It became clear that his care and

d distant. Standing up from my bed, I straightened my arms and adjus

ing off my goals for the day. Retrieving my

” Emily's joyful

ing the phone between my ear and sho

e we going?”

ven't decided on a

ubbing tonight,

dule allows it,” I respo

oritize work?” Emily's frustra

by, baby girl,” I explai

w club I want us to

bout it”

some and rich man, so there will be numerous we

ing me?”. I s

n't had good sex in a long time, I want you to get Fucke

hah

need it, b

will conside

leisure time. I already had

e it for you?

osa,” I

bout you,” Emily remark

my favorite books, each one a cherished gift from the family of Rosa over the years. T

plagued me, their meaning elusive. Planning to join my foster family for

d to go for breakfast. I looked at my messy bed, hesitant to mak

nt straight to the table, took my

osa's room. It was loud, and the noise was penetrating the walls of the

sa's voice, laden with tears, echoed throu

n unnoticed. “What are you doing here?” s