The morning was chilly and a strange feeling of unease could be felt in the air when Jenna got out of the house to grasp some fresh air, but nothing could prepare her for the sight that stopped her heartbeat for a second.
A newborn baby wrapped in an old blanket, shaking and freezing was at her doorstep.
She crushed right there as she uttered, “Oh, Tommy!” and picked the baby boy in her arms.
At that moment, the little one started crying. She held on him tightly and took him inside.
Her husband, Carl, who was making breakfast at the time froze when he saw her holding a baby. “Jenna, what is going on?” he whispered. “It’s Tommy’s,” Jenna answered as she tried to calm the little one down.
Tommy was Jenna’s brother. He was always in some sort of trouble. During the past couple of weeks, he was nowhere to be seen, and now this baby appeared on their doorstep. “But are you certain?” Carl asked, although it was obvious they both knew the answer to that question.
“We can’t possibly keep a baby that was left at our doorstep, Jenna,” Carl said, trying to be the voice of reason. But although he sounded firm, there was hesitation in his voice, a soft-heartedness that was typical of him, even when he tried to hide it.
“But what else can we do? He’s now ours to keep and raise,” Jenna pleaded.
The room was filled with silence. Carl was doing his best to protect both of them from making a decision that could change the course of their lives forever, but the two didn’t argue much. They didn’t even speak about it again, they just gave the baby a bath, fed him, and put him to sleep.
Without uttering a single word, they decided they were going to keep that baby.
Years passed by, and the sweet baby grew up to be a successful lawyer.
But no matter how much love and effort Jenna put into Michael, she never felt like he considered her a mother. There was always a feeling of distance between the two. He never showed any deep feelings for her and never called her “mom.” But Jenna wasn’t bothered as long as Michael had a great life. There was a line that Michael never crossed, but Jenna never lost hope of ever feeling affection from her son.
One day, while the family was having dinner and Michael shared stories about his job, a loud knock on the door disturbed their conversation.
“Are you expecting someone,” he asked Jenna. She didn’t, and she went to see who was at the door.
After 27 long years, her brother Tommy was there again. With grey hair and dressed in clothes that looked like they hadn’t been washed in weeks, he asked to see his son.
Michael and Carl followed after Jenna, and Michael asked who that man was. “That’s your father, Michael,” Jenna said with a shaky voice.
“Yes, I’m your dad, son. I had no choice but to leave you with your aunt, this selfish woman who tried to hide you from me.” His words felt like a sharp knife. “But you never contacted us, Tommy, what are you talking about,” Jenna asked in disbelief of what she was hearing. “Yes, I have,” Tommy yelled. “I was sending money for Michael, or you also hid that from him,” he accused Jenna.
She started crying and trying to explain to Michael that Tommy was telling nonsense. She had never received a penny from him, he never contacted her or tried to apologize for what he did.
“Is this true?” Michael turned to Jenna. “No, Michael, he’s lying,” she said.
Turning to Tommy, Michael said in a calm voice, “You’re not my father, you are just the man who abandoned me and never cared to find me again.”
Michael then looked at Jenna they way he had never done that before. “And you, you are my real mother. It’s because of you that I am who I am.” At that moment, all the distance she had ever felt between her and Michael faded away.
Those words were the ones Jenna always longed for but never believed she could hear.
Tommy turned and left, and she stayed in an embrace with her son and husband.
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