Author's note: Insert the standard disclaimer here. You'll get nothing if you sue me, so you might as well not even waste your time. I don't own anybody you've heard of, anybody you haven't, good chance they're mine. Enjoy...
I sat there in the hospital room as my mother lay dieing of cancer beside me. She was so skinny and frail that holding her hand was like holding a skeleton. She looked over at me and squeezed my hand.
"I know it sounds cliché but Isabella, honey, I have something I need to tell you before I die. I didn't know how to tell you until now." She said.
" What is it Mom?" I said, holding on to every last word.
" Michael wasn't your biological father." She said. I looked at her confused.
" Mom, what are you talking about?" I asked.
" Michael wasn't your real father. Before I met him I hung out with a bad crowd. I got pregnant and decided it would be best if I got away from that kind of environment. Your real father didn't know about you, and I wanted it that way. He tried to get in touch with me, but I wouldn't let him, so please don't blame him. It was my fault that you never got to meet him until now. I can't let you go through the rest of your life without any family. You're too young to do that. You need to at least meet him once, and then you can decide for yourself. I shouldn't have made that decision for you, but I thought it would be best. I was young and scared; I only wanted what was best for you. I hope you understand that." She said as her breathing was becoming more and more erratic.
" Of course Mom, but how do I find this guy?"
" I got in touch with him, I told him about the cancer and about you. He gave me his address and phone number to give to you for when you wanted to get in touch with him. He's a wrestler, so he said it may be hard to get a hold of him right away." She said, handing me a piece of paper. I took it and opened it. I saw my mother close her eyes and I looked at her and felt tears begin to roll down my cheeks.
" Mom, no, wait. Don't leave me yet. I don't know what to do." I said as the heart monitor started to beep in one steady sound. The doctors came in and called the time of death as I sat there, still holding my mother's hand in my right, and the only family I have left's address in my left..
I sat there in the hospital room as my mother lay dieing of cancer beside me. She was so skinny and frail that holding her hand was like holding a skeleton. She looked over at me and squeezed my hand.
"I know it sounds cliché but Isabella, honey, I have something I need to tell you before I die. I didn't know how to tell you until now." She said.
" What is it Mom?" I said, holding on to every last word.
" Michael wasn't your biological father." She said. I looked at her confused.
" Mom, what are you talking about?" I asked.
" Michael wasn't your real father. Before I met him I hung out with a bad crowd. I got pregnant and decided it would be best if I got away from that kind of environment. Your real father didn't know about you, and I wanted it that way. He tried to get in touch with me, but I wouldn't let him, so please don't blame him. It was my fault that you never got to meet him until now. I can't let you go through the rest of your life without any family. You're too young to do that. You need to at least meet him once, and then you can decide for yourself. I shouldn't have made that decision for you, but I thought it would be best. I was young and scared; I only wanted what was best for you. I hope you understand that." She said as her breathing was becoming more and more erratic.
" Of course Mom, but how do I find this guy?"
" I got in touch with him, I told him about the cancer and about you. He gave me his address and phone number to give to you for when you wanted to get in touch with him. He's a wrestler, so he said it may be hard to get a hold of him right away." She said, handing me a piece of paper. I took it and opened it. I saw my mother close her eyes and I looked at her and felt tears begin to roll down my cheeks.
" Mom, no, wait. Don't leave me yet. I don't know what to do." I said as the heart monitor started to beep in one steady sound. The doctors came in and called the time of death as I sat there, still holding my mother's hand in my right, and the only family I have left's address in my left..