Mum

Written today for https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/what-do-you-see/

It was the day to make the right decision.

Her map, a ruse to stop herself from getting on the train. On another day, she couldn’t even leave the house. Was she afraid of meeting her birth mother? She wasn’t sure, not even now.

Adoption, and she always understood her parents chose her to be their daughter. She smiled, there were some who weren’t so lucky. It happened overnight, when her own daughter was born. She wondered why her own mum thought to let her go. This journey, Mum’s idea.

That and she wanted to look after her grand daughter.

Folding the map, she took the first step in the carriage; if she didn’t go now, then she would regret it. Her biological Mum. All she had was the imaginations in her head. A fairy princess in a tall tower, with no choice but to give up her child. Perhaps it would be better to keep her that way.

No! She could never forgive herself, if she didn’t at least see her.

The train shuffled slowly.

A text from her mum, ‘I love you,’ it said.

‘Love you too Mum,’ she typed, with a reassured touch.