At My Mother’s Funeral, a Woman Slipped a Baby Into My Arms and Said, ‘She Wanted You to Have Him’
But Lucas is little, and he deserves more than what he’s been given. I’ve been fostering him because his mom isn’t able to care for him right now.
Give him a chance. Love him.
Mom.”
“Please don’t be angry, Nadia.”
My throat burned. “You don’t get to decide that for me,” I whispered to the empty kitchen.
The words punched the breath from my chest. I slid to the floor, clutching the letter, letting the tears fall silently.
For a minute, I was a kid again, lost, furious, needing my mother to tell me what to do.
