Disclaimer: I own nothing. I swear!
Note: This comes straight from my mind, it hasn't been reread before. Be kind.
PS: for those of you who have never seen the Lady and the Tramp, the lullaby is from the most beautiful scene of the movie and can be watched here
The day they locked you up was pretty much the same day you learned that you got pregnant. Your mind has been made up rather quickly: it was impossible to give this child a decent stable life. Not one you would like him or her to have. It wasn't the first time you'd been thinking about that. The only reasonable and logical solution for you was giving this baby up for adoption. And as much as you were convinced that this choice was the right one, there were so many worries in your mind. Would he find a loving family? Would he be okay? Would he hate you eventually? Would he love you? Would he even try to find you one day? Would you like him to find you?…
That question got you sleepless for many nights. Until one day, you asked to speak to the prison's director. You wanted to file for a close adoption. You wanted to talk to a social worker. You also wanted to have one whole hour alone with your baby before giving him up to never see him again. One hour, it wasn't too much to ask wasn't it? You promised to behave and the director agreed to your request.
This is it. You're alone with that beautiful baby boy now. The social worker told you he was already adopted. A woman from somewhere in Maine. She was important and loving and she really wants him. You asked if she were married. The answer was no. But that didn't really matter to you as long as you know that she'll love this little fella with all her heart.
Now you have one hour. You hold him. You sat on the rocking chair they put here for you and you start telling him about how life is hard. About the reasons why you have to let him go. About that wonderful mother he is about to meet. About how his life is going to be wonderful. When you're done with the speech you've been practicing for weeks now, you start to hum that lullaby you've heard once in a Disney movie. When you heard it back then, you promised to sing it one day to your child if you ever get any.
La la lu, La la lu Oh, my little star sweeper
I'll sweep the stardust for you
La la lu, La la lu Little soft fluffy sleeper
Here comes a pink cloud for you
La la lu, La la lu Little wandering angel
Fold up your wings close your eyes
La la lu, La la lu And may love be your keeper
La la lu, La la lu, La la lu
And it fits perfectly. You kiss his forehead. An tear rolling down your cheek. It's time for you to give him back. To say your final goodbye. You softly put him in the social worker's arms and ask her if that woman named him already.
"Yes. His name is Henry"
"Goodbye Henry"