My Mom Came Back After 13 Years and Gave Me Her Son...what am I spose To Do? 2

“Okay, so, let me get this straight.” I took a deep breathe. “you’re my mother, and you didn’t really die when I was four?”

“Yes. And I’m sorry. I didn’t think I could raise you, so I left. But, ive been thinking bout you and I love you.”

Okay, this lady is crazy. I thought. But somehow I believed her.

“Okay, well why are you here now?” I asked kindly.

“Well, okay. You see, I got pregnant a few years back,” she said, nodding toward the sleeping child on the couch.

He was adorable. He had blood hair and small little nose, and cute pink lips, parted slightly, exposing two small teeth up front.

“And, I’m afraid I’ll make the same mistake,” I could tell she was holding back tears.

I hesitantly covered my hand over hers. “So, why are you here?”

“I know you can take care of him. I just have a feeling. I don’t know…please, sweetie, take good care of him.”

“What?! No. you cant just give him to me. I don’t know the first thing about babies.” I was lying, I babysat for the neighbors all the time.

“Mary, you cant just leave this on me.” she told me that was her name.

“But I know you can do it. And he wont remember me. In a week, hell forget. Hes almost three. He can talk but I don’t spend much time with him. I love him but I cant do it. Not again.” She whispered.

“Whats his name?” I asked softly.

“Jamie.” she smiled, seeing he was already growing on me.

“But, I’m not rich. I cant even afford new shoes. “ I said, looking down at my crappy holey-high tops.

“its okay, I can send you a weekly check that will cover his food and clothing.” she said. I guessed she had already figured all this out.

“I’m only seventeen, though.” I said.

“But, you’re a senior and your turning eighteen next month. Just sign these adoption papers.” yes, she had planned this out.

She bent down and pulled some papers out of her bag.

I sighed. But I signed them.

“He’s yours now. I have his crib in my car and a ton of clothes. And diapers. The baby sitter was teaching him how to potty train. Hes almost got it, so don’t worry.” she paused “sweetie, I know you can do this.”

“Yeah, so do I.” I muttered.

My father was gonna be home in less then a week. How was I suppose to explain this to him? And Kayla? She’ll be up in a few hours. What am I suppose to say.

And Jason. My dead boyfriend. What would he think?