28. Single. Lawyer by profession. Only child of middle class
parents.
She had told him
everything he needed to know. Including her biggest secret.
She thought he would understand. He was, after all, her
husband to be.
But he did not. He had shouted and screamed like a mad man.
He had called her a characterless bitch.
He had left without caring for explanations.
In retrospect, she thought, he deserved none.
Yes, she was a mother to be. Yes, the child did not belong
to him. It was the truth.
But it was also true that the child could have belonged to
both of them, together.
The in charge’s voice broke her reverie. “Congratulations
ma’am. You are good to go. Everything’s in order. You can take him home.”
5 year old Yug smiled
as she enveloped him in her arms. A new born mother walked out of the orphanage
with her new found child, as the in charge thanked her for the adoption. He
thought she was an angel.
She smiled at the irony. A bitch to one, and an angel to
another.
Same motherhood, different perspectives.
Same motherhood, different perspectives.
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