Life for your main character has never been easy.
After venturing in and out of foster homes, they’re finally an adult and on their own.
When their birth mother reaches out to reconnect, they never could’ve predicted what’s kept her away for so long.
Now your character has to decide between getting involved with their real mother or cutting ties forever.
She says she’s my mother.
I’m staring at her. She, me.
My eyes are hard, devoid of the love and softness hers hold.
I hate this woman.
Yet, I can’t help but feel a deep pull to this woman who’d neglected me.
She’s here. At Orange Orphanage. The one, by which doorstep, she’d abandoned me.
The one I’d grown up in.
I only breeze in once in a while now though. To spend time with my little friends. Other abandoned children.
I’m staring still.
Does she expect me to run into her arms and tell her never to leave me?
Where were those arms when I’d needed them, yearned for them.
They were tirelessly working her escape from the devil’s dungeon. My father.
Mother says now, as I sit by her, that Father was monstrously abusive.
He’d hurt me too. She’d had to save me and had snuck away one night. With me.
Father had found her – not before she’d dropped me at the orphanage.
She wants me back.
I don't know if I do. I’ve forgiven her.
But accept her into my life? That’ll take time.
I hope I’ll though.
One day, Insha’Alloh.
Asalaam alaykum warahmatullah wabarakatuh.
What would you have done in this situation?