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Authors: V. C. Andrews
Tags: Horror, Young Adult
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more questions, but Mother stopped me sharply.
“You should have thought about all that before you made your decision to have the child, Megan. This isn’t a game, some silly recreation. It’s long past the time you should have grown up.”
I choked back my tears and watched the nurse carefully bundle up my baby to take her to this family Mother had surely paid well to play a role in the grand coverup. I hated her and loved her for it.
“You once told me we own precious little of ourselves. I know now how right you were,” I said, unable to keep out my bitterness. Mother didn’t blink.
“That’s good. You should feel some pain and sorrow, Megan. It will help harden you and prepare you for the disappointments and failures waiting out there, for like everyone you’ll have them.”
I couldn’t disagree, especially after what I had done and the choices I had made. What’s more, I decided I would listen to her more seriously from then on. She found a new college for me to attend and it was there that I would meet my husband to be. I was like a small sailboat that had decided to turn itself into the prevailing wind and go wherever it would take me. Mother was the wind. She would always be that.
There were to be many times when I would see a handsome young black man and think it was Larry. My heart would race until I realized it wasn’t he.
And there would be many, many times, years later, when I would be in Washington, D.C. and I would see a particularly beautiful teenage black girl and wonder, could she be my daughter?
Something inside me promised me that someday, somewhere, I would look into her eyes and I would see myself and Larry and I would feel complete.
I would know she was something beautiful born of love.
“You should have thought about all that before you made your decision to have the child, Megan. This isn’t a game, some silly recreation. It’s long past the time you should have grown up.”
I choked back my tears and watched the nurse carefully bundle up my baby to take her to this family Mother had surely paid well to play a role in the grand coverup. I hated her and loved her for it.
“You once told me we own precious little of ourselves. I know now how right you were,” I said, unable to keep out my bitterness. Mother didn’t blink.
“That’s good. You should feel some pain and sorrow, Megan. It will help harden you and prepare you for the disappointments and failures waiting out there, for like everyone you’ll have them.”
I couldn’t disagree, especially after what I had done and the choices I had made. What’s more, I decided I would listen to her more seriously from then on. She found a new college for me to attend and it was there that I would meet my husband to be. I was like a small sailboat that had decided to turn itself into the prevailing wind and go wherever it would take me. Mother was the wind. She would always be that.
There were to be many times when I would see a handsome young black man and think it was Larry. My heart would race until I realized it wasn’t he.
And there would be many, many times, years later, when I would be in Washington, D.C. and I would see a particularly beautiful teenage black girl and wonder, could she be my daughter?
Something inside me promised me that someday, somewhere, I would look into her eyes and I would see myself and Larry and I would feel complete.
I would know she was something beautiful born of love.
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