He’s not Mine

I hear a knocking at my door.

"Coming, hold on!"

This was very strange. I lived alone. I focused day and night on my new book. I only went out to see my parents. I have no friends. I am not expecting a delivery.

I walk toward the door with a strange feeling. I am not afraid. But I have a feeling that my life was about to change. Or at least that's what I think it is. I've never had a life changing feeling.

I open the door.

"Hello, can I help you?"

A young man stands there with a smile and tears in his eyes. He is holding a piece of paper. He stares long at me. Should I tell him I'm not interested? Or at least that he's being a bit rude?

"Um, can I help you?"

He jumps.

"Oh, yes! I am so sorry! That's why I brought this paper. Silly me."

He held up the paper. He was going to read it to me. What was happening?

"Dear Rachel Torres, my name is Cody Hart. I am nineteen years old. I know this seems strange but please bear with me as I tell my story.

"I grew up in the foster system. I was found at a police station at 6 months old. I had a blanket wrapped around me with the name Rachel Torres on the corner. They looked around for the lady but never found her. They sent me from home to home. I loved the people but I never felt at home. Especially since a few did it for the the money.

"After I grew out of the system, I began my search. It took me two years but I finally found you. I just have one question. Please help me. Are you my mother?"

His eyes glance up and back down. He really wants an answer.

I have never had a boyfriend. Let alone a chance to get pregnant. I can't lie to him. But he's been looking for so long. His mom didn't want him. I am in my early 40's. My chances of having a family were slim. Neither of us have a family, and clearly, a life. I don't know what I will do.

"Yes. I couldn't take care of you. I'm so glad you found me, Cody. I never thought you'd want to see me."

He hugged me so tightly.

"I will always want to see you, Mom."