Reunion
Feb 17th, 2025 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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I was only seventeen when I gave my baby girl away to a loving family. My parents were by my side as my heart ached and I cried to sleep every night.
Happily married with two grown sons, my thoughts still frequented that sweet red-faced baby I left behind.
I felt my heart palpitate and my hands tremble, but my boys told me not to worry.
Molly had doubts but agreed to come.
The doorbell rings.
I straightened my clothes and took a deep breath.
On the other side of the door was my daughter waiting to meet her mother.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher