“Tell me everything,” Lisa said, as she welcomed her into the house.
“You were born out of love, Lisa,” Gloria said. “But circumstances forced me to give you up for adoption. Your father and I were only fifteen. We were children going to have a baby. My father refused for me to have you. He was worried about how it would reflect on him.”
“My mother tried to let me keep you, but he eventually took you away in the middle of the night. He transported you to the hospital and left you there. “You must have been four days old.”
She only had one picture in her blanket, and on the back it said, “Gloria Manson, 1987.”
David arrived home as they were enjoying hot chocolate and toast. He spotted Lisa and Gloria.
“Oh, honey,” David explained, “I didn’t know how to tell you, Lisa. Gloria called me months ago, and I’ve been helping her reconnect with you.”
“David has wanted to tell you about me for a time. “I kept telling him not to,” Gloria added. “I needed to find my bearings first. Until last night, he wanted to tell you.
“Why did you both wait so long?” Lisa asked.
“I was afraid, Lisa,” Gloria said. “How do you tell your child that you were barely a teenager when you had her and that her grandfather took her away?”
“There was a photo of you,” Lisa said, “It was left with me. My mother showed it to me on my sixteenth birthday, but I didn’t know how to do about it.”
“I’ve been watching you from a distance,” Gloria said.
“My father recently gave me a few details about you, and through the hospital, I discovered who you were.”
“I understand if you’re upset or confused,” Gloria said. “But I needed you to know the truth. I’m available if you want to get to know me.”
Lisa’s fury dissipated after those comments. She always wanted her biological mother to be a part of her life, even though she felt duped.
She hugged to her mother, and then to her husband. This was enough answer for Gloria and David to understand.
