Mother Bereft
Only so much can be given.
As the road stretched, making the town grow farther behind her, a twinge a regret laid in her heart.
"I'm sorry Lesley." She saw a glimpse of her eye beneath her helmet in the mirror. Doing so made her tearup, as she recognized those color as his own. "Just like mine. Of course he's mine. There's no denying that."
"Why give him such a name?" The nurse's question haunted her.
"It'll help him grow up strong."
She thought of how harsh it would be for him to live without his parents, especially her.
"Since I can't be there for him."
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Comments (5)
Such a lot packed into so few lines, well done 😁
Awww, you are pulling on my momma heartstrings with this one. So much pain and sacrifice but love too. Great writing :)
This is great. Well done.
Omg, is the son's name, Lesley?😆👀
Aww, such a heartfelt story.