In the morning, the heavens opened and it began to rain. Bella grabbed her umbrella to get to school, as she walked out of the hostel the first
(Tears overflowing, panting heavily, mucus running down her nostrils, fast breathing, chest heating, butterflies in her belly, overwhelming sadness, sorrow. Pain to release a loved baby. Pain to let go of someone she loved dearly. Pain to give up on her cherished baby. Pain to stay lonely without seeing the one she had sacrificed her happiness for) "The woman to adopt your baby is here, I have to leave you two alone now" the midwife left the room.
You don't understand what I have been through because of my baby. For his sake I had to sacrifice husband, he left me with nothing—I accepted to forfeit everything I held sacred just to have my baby. I never gave in to the idea of abortion. My last resort was to suffer with my baby. If fate had it, die with my baby...
When my husband and I had nothing, owing, we became debtors to many. We couldn't pay our house rent any more. We became incapable of footing our bills. We became hopeless and hapless. The news of my pregnancy was unfortunate to my husband so he left with everything and left me with nothing. I entered the street. The street and bridge became my home. I begged for aid to fare for I and my unborn. Nobody gave us shelter.
I never believed my baby could survive the situation. I was exposed to danger sand cold, yet my unborn overcame and survived the repugnant harsh condition," she said moaning and panting heavily. "Five days ago I delivered son. My first and life. I live in him. Hiw do I give him out now?" She asked rhetorically.
"I understand madam. If you change your mind. If you can't do this anymore it's fine, " the adopter said with empathy. "No I have to do this. I can't afford to give him all he wants and needs in life," she said with tears dripping down her cheeks. "It is all right, I will let Valentine know about your sacrifice for him . He will know how you sacrificed your happiness and comfort zone just to see him breath," the adopter solemnly promised. Her face lit-up hearing of the name the adopter had chosen to call her son. " I like the name," she confessed. The adopters assurance got her.
She was seen in the street crying profusely, complaining of her homelessness. She was looking shabby. It was two decades after she gave her son for adoption. She had been brutalized by life difficulties and challenges. See also, "life and it's challenges" Her face was rough and wrinkled. She was very fragile. Poverty had dealt with her. She was under life torture.
"Ma'am what's the problem," a certain young tall man approached her. She began to cry. Seeing discomfort written all over her the young man felt pity and compassion on her. He squatted down before her. The woman laying her problems and pouring her sorrow out to the young man, prompting the young man to help. Suddenly a half crystal object she was hold fell from her hand. The young man picked it. It was a resemblance of the one given to him by his adopter, who told him about his real mother. He released a teardrop drop.
"I have been searching morning and all nights to behold the woman who sacrificed everything just to have me. I am Valentine, " he said in excitement, they tried to put the two metal objects together, it read, 'I am your half person' immediately Valentine opened his arms to embrace his mother. Oh my baby boy," she cuddled him so tight unwilling to let go of him.
She squizzed her face and forced unquenchable tears out, laying her head on his shoulder as he pushed his head to lap on her chest, "if I had known...
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