She was hardly more than a child herself, this baby with a baby of her own.
"I never knew love until this," she told anyone and no one, whether she was waiting for the bus or tucking him gently, sleepily, into a frayed wicker basket before tucking herself into the sagging excuse of a bed in her tiny, rented room.
This night, looking down on his sweet, sleeping face, her heart swelled so with love that she truly thought it might burst. She gathered up baby and basket, along with her handbag, taking care not to jostle the basket and awaken him. Tenderly placing the basket on the bus stop bench, she checked once more for the slip of paper attached to his tiny sweater with a safety pin. Finding it exactly where she pinned it, she kissed his forehead one last time and disappeared into the night.
Linking up with Denise at Girlie On The Edge's Blog for Six Sentence Stories with the prompt "safety"
Oh, wow, so very sad.
ReplyDeleteI know. I wasn't sure where it was going to go until it went there.
DeleteAdoption really is about love. What an unselfish thing for her to do.
ReplyDeleteI agree!
DeleteA heartbreaking but wise decision. A well written six. A tug at the heart strings.
ReplyDeleteAll in all, I'd say BRAVO!
In one way this strikes me as tragic, yet it is also an example of tremendous love and self sacrifice.
ReplyDeleteA double edged sword.
Deletevery effect (and touching) Six.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Clark!
DeleteThat was the toughest decision of her young life, and proof of her selfless love for the child.
ReplyDeleteOh, think of all the stories this one just sprouted.
Stories could spin off in both directions, couldn't they?
DeleteSuch a hard decision so many mothers have faced. Poignant SIX.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Pat!
DeleteA well written story but so very sad :(
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!
DeleteOh this got me in the feels! Excellent six!
ReplyDeleteGah, that gutted me, Dyanne! I would be so completely torn between two worlds in her place. Definitely.
ReplyDeleteI had a hard time going there with the story.
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