Tammy Lynn's Burden

She heard movement from inside the trailer, “Damn it's awake already?” Tammy sighed and got up. She took the last drink of beer and walked inside the dark trailer.  It stunk inside. Not just the normal odor of the old dank little trailer, but another scent on top of it. .coming from the baby’s crib. It always had a weird smell. Ever since it was born. Right here in the trailer. Grams said she had helped plenty of midwives growing up and they couldn't afford a hospital anyways.

Not only did that thing smell, but something was wrong with it. Its legs were deformed, fused together, looking more like a dolphin tail than legs. Like some sort of hideous baby mermaid.  She thought it was disgusting. She tried not to touch it or hold it. She thought it knew it too somehow, the way it watched her from its crib. With the one eye that was slightly milky, then it would drool and give her that stupid smile and Tammy Lynn would kind of feel guilty. "It wasn't the baby's fault that it was born that way" her Grams would tell her with an accusing look. Tammy Lynn guilty remembered when she had caught her trying to give herself a douche full of bleach in her 7 month of pregnancy. Slapped her hard enough to make her teeth rattle .

She heard a noise coming from the little bedroom. A rustling sound.

"Grams? ... You in the bedroom?" Tammy Lynn called out

Then the sound again.  Like the rustling of sheets on the bed. She began walking towards the bedroom. Now she was annoyed. Grams was probably napping and the baby was making a mess in the room. Great now she would have to go clean up after it. And pick it up and put it in the crib she thought to herself .  Tammy Lynn shivered at the thought.

She passed the cluttered little kitchen area and saw an empty baby bottle with a little formula left in it. Tammy Lynn knew she was in for it now. Grams must have figured out that she had quit breastfeeding and that it hadn't eaten in 2 days! She would know that's why it had been crying so much. But Tammy Lynn didn’t care, she hope that 'thing' starved.She stepped up to the bedroom door. The cheap door was so thin she could hear it inside slurping on the bottle. Tammy Lynn opened the door and saw her Grams sitting in her rocking chair. The window had a blanket over it, they'd hung it up over the blinds because ever since it was born it didn't like bright lights too much. .

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