Then came that time of the month again— ‎when I felt free 😌, ‎satisfied my taste buds , ‎looked all pretty 💅, ‎and got ready for parties 🎉. ‎ ‎But another visitor came— ‎this one calm, sweet 😏, ‎yet more dangerous than my red visitor ⚠️. ‎ ‎I partied 🍷, ‎I drank more 🥂, ‎not knowing the glass was spiked 💊. ‎ ‎At first, all I wanted was a kiss 💋… ‎but it became something worse 💔. ‎ ‎That was me— ‎or anyone— ‎dancing under the influence of my visitor, ‎instead of the other way around 🎭. ‎ ‎Afterwards, my friends said: ‎“Take contraceptive pills 💊.” ‎And I obeyed. ‎ ‎Then… it was that time again. ‎But my visitor was nowhere to be found 🕰️. ‎ ‎Day 1… Day 2… Day 3… ⏳ ‎I left the door open 🚪, waiting. ‎ ‎The same visitor I once hated 😡, ‎was the one I now longed to see 💔. ‎ ‎Day 5. ‎Me—scared 😰, ‎sad 😞, ‎crying 😭. ‎ ‎Knock knock 🚪. ‎“Who’s there?” ‎ ‎Before I could run, ‎there he was— ‎my red visitor 🩸, ‎sitting on my couch 🛋️. ‎ ‎With joy 🌸, ‎I embraced him 🤗. ‎This time, ‎I endured the pain 💪— ‎because he had just freed me ‎from a nine-month cradle I never asked to rock.”🤰. ‎ ‎And that’s how ‎my enemy ‎became my friend 🌹. ‎