Photo by Sue Vincent
As I watch the tide ebb and flow, I think of you. I wonder where you and what you look like. I wonder if you resemble me or if you’re a splitting image of your father. He and I were both sixteen when you came along. I wanted to keep you but I couldn’t. My parents were struggling to take care of six children. They couldn’t take on any more responsibility. Your Dad was from a well to do family. His parents didn’t want him marrying a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. That summer after they found out that I was pregnant, they sent him away to live with his grandparents.
I used to talk and sing to you. The more I felt you grow inside me, the stronger my love became. Giving you up was the hardest thing I have ever done…
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