Since I know that often times it can be difficult to come up with something to write about here is a prompt to get your creative juices flowing.
Mother's Day is over and you've just finished a nice dinner with your mom when you receive a phone call. An unfamiliar female voice is on the other end and says, "Stop celebrating with her! I'm your real mother." Write this scene.
"stop celebrating with her. i'm your real mother"
at first i thought it a joke; but there was no laughter at the end of the receiver. only silence over the ragged breath of a stranger
a stranger that claimed i was hers.
"you must have the wrong number"
the laughter coming from my mother as she spoke to my father; (was he my father?) told me i should just hang up the phone and ignore this but a part of me needed to know the truth.
"i know who my mother is."
"do you really?"
i tried my best to keep the anger out of my voice but it peeked through relentlessly.
"she is the woman who raised me. who bathed me as a baby. the women he kissed my knee when i fell off my bike the first try."
a heavy sigh rang through my ear. this woman who ever she was wouldn't give up. it's been 21 years. 21 one years since my first breath. even if i wasn't my mothers child would it really matter?
even if my blood came from another would it change the fact that this supposed biological mother gave me up?
"they took you from me. said i wasnt suited to be a mother. that i couldnt love you the way you were meant to be loved."
but why did it take so long for you to come searching.
"how did you get this number?"
"i got lucky."
"dont call me again."
"please if you would just-"
i ended the call hoping that the shock wouldnt show on my face as a hand placed itself on my shoulder. the look in her eyes was that of a doting mother worried that her daughter was upset and as much as i loved this woman who catered to my every need.
i wondered if this life; this love she holds for me could have belonged to another.
if that was the case then i consider myself lucky to have been chosen.