Mother’S POV
My baby.
He’s all grown up now, He just got promoted at work last week, judging by how he’s faring now, he’s obviously doing better without me. I remember the day he came to this world looking all cute and lost, the felt him in my arms, his heartbeat against my chest, his tiny cry when hungry- that was pure joy.
Child’s POV
She gave me up for adoption; I keep wondering why. I don’t even know what she looks like. I can’t help the feeling of how life would have been a lot easier if she were here, if she chose me. Well I don’t care anymore, for all it’s worth, she’s probably dead. Growing up in a home for boys has definitely taught me that I don’t need her.
Mother’s POV
I’ll take a chance; make him know that I love him, what have I got to lose? I hope he forgives me.
I call him; ‘hello’. Silence. I can hear him breathing on the other side, I can’t do this.I should try calling him again, I need him to know. Phone rings; ‘Hello’ he says. With a trembling voice I reply, ‘It’s your mom’.
The line went dead.
