As the sun beams through my eye lids, forcing them to open, I make my way to the bathroom to get ready for my school day ahead of me. I set out the house, and as usual, see the woman there, greeting me with an innocent smile. I quickly walk on, not returning the smile. Although the sun shined somenly, I was not in the mood to give any smiles away. Moodily I walked to school, and suddenly remembered that I had forgotten my pass. I stomped my way back to my house, taking a short cut through the park which would lead me to back of the bench that lays on my street. To my surprise the woman was still sitting there, looking down at something in her hand. Creeping behind her quietly, I tried to peer over her shoulder to see what this woman was looking at, as she had still not heard my attendance. As I suspiciously looked over her shoulder, while feeling like a police investigator, I noticed she was looking at a picture, but not only a picture, a recongnisable picture; I peered closer, heart in my mouth, as my face was almost level with hers. And I saw the picture and my eyes glued on to it. My heart stopped. Me?
My heart suddenly, from not beating at all, pounded against my cheast, so hard that the woman abruptivly turned around shocked and supprised. Quickly hiding the picture, she stood up as if nothing had happened. However I had caught her in her stalking games, and I was not going to let this go. I wanted to scream and shout, and just as I was about to blow, she said 3 simple words which made my whole life stop before me…
‘im your mother’ I told my daughter truthfully, who stood red-face angry before me. I had no choice but to tell her, especially as she caught me with a picture of her- she would probly think im stalking her!! Although it would probly get me into certain amount of trouble by the social as ive just been given permission to look at her due to my horrendous act of the past, it was the one thing that I had been longing to do since I had got my head straight. just to be able to look at my little girl, while she looks back at me knowing that I am her true mother is just priceless. For year the closest I could get to my daughter was the bench that sat on the side of their road, so I took full advantage of it, watching her go and come from school, making sure she was always happy, as that would warm my heart as much as the way the sun was bwarming my back as I looked at her now infront of me.
She looked back at me bewildered as I told her the story of what had happened as se was a young child- and with no fault of my own, I was found guilty and had to give her up. But not a day went past without me regretting my decisions and for not fighting my case better. She replied in a animal mannor, waving her arms around and shrieking, so load that her very own foster mother came out. As she saw me face to face with her, she knew what had happened straight away. She conforted her ‘daughter’ as I waited to see if she would tell her the truth; and to my supprise, she did. My heart stopped with over joy. I looked at my baby, as she looked at me. I smiled; she smiled back, and I instantly knew that this bench was no longer going to be needed.
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CUT IT DOWN!!!