I sit on my bed, thinking. I am scared to death!
I just found out my Grandmother has died.
Now I would meet my mother...for the first time.
As I sit on my bed, thinking, I just have to wonder Why.
Why did my mother give me up?
My Mom walks in the room. She helps me pack.
As I walk into the room, a dead silence fills it.
I look at all the unfamiliar faces.
Why did I come here? Why?
A woman with beautiful blonde hair comes up to me.
Shaking my hand, she says, "I`m Sandy."
This is my mother. But What about my Mom?
As my Dad drives home, I ponder.
"What if she hadn`t given me up?"
I realize that God has a plan.
I will leave it in his hands. |
Submission Name: My Two Mothers
