At 4:26 AM on the thirteenth of July 1991, a baby was born. 6 lbs 4 oz. A healthy, thriving baby girl took her first cries. She was surrounded by love in that hospital room that day. The sun hadn’t even come up in the cool, quiet city of Jackson, Mississippi.
As her mother held her she knew her love wasn’t enough for her baby girl. Love couldn’t give her what she needed. The mother, Sarah, whispered in her baby’s ear; a sweet, melancholy tune the baby would never remember. She didn’t have what she needed to keep her daughter, but where was the father?
He didn’t know about his baby girl. He still was grieving the abortion because she was his first and only biological child. It would be a year and a small picture later before he would find out the truth. By then, his baby girl had been whisked away to a loving adopted family across the country. He would never get to hold her.
Meanwhile, Sarah treasured the last few hours she would get with her small gift from God. Her tears hit the now slumbering baby like bullets. No one else existed. It was just Sarah and her baby girl. This was their moment. As if the baby knew it was their last moments together, she awoke. With a small yawn, her eyes slowly opened and peered up at her mother. She looked up quizzically as a tear softly rolled off her mothers chin and landed on her cheek. She looked as if she were about to say, “We’ll see each other again some day.” Those big, beautiful brown eyes said it all. Only three days old now and she knew.
It was time. Sarah looked up. To her dismay, the social worker was walking up to the bed with paper and pen in hand. Legalities now? She still had rights to her baby girl. She was still Sarah’s. God knew how much she didn’t want to sign those papers. Hands shaking and tears streaming, Sarah took the pen. Her vision blurred and the words seemed to run together. That was it. She had to sign it. It wasn’t for her. As her heart broke that day, she finally signed her rights away to a new family.
By this time, the baby’s new parents were waiting anxiously out in the waiting area to see their new daughter. Two worlds were about to merge...
---Non-Fiction story I've begun. *Names have been changed for respect of privacy. There will be frequent changes because it isn't finished.
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