Thank you Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and Ted Strutz for the photo
Here’s the house in this street, took some tracking down. The cold is pinching my face, feel its frozen into a grimace. What am I hoping for ? I am an orphan since my adoptive parents died, searching for my birth mother. I want her to love me.
The agency told me to ‘manage my expectations’. She gave me up 30 years ago. Why would she want me now ? I walk up the path and ring the bell. The door flies open and I feel a burst of warmth from the warm interior. She says ‘ Sweetheart, I wanted this moment for so long, welcome.’