Well, Anonymous, I suppose it’s time I shared a story I rarely speak of. It’s about that one special night—no, not special in the way you might think, but certainly life-altering. You see, there was this boy in high school, charming in his own rough-around-the-edges kind of way. We were young and naive, believing we understood the world when really, we were just fumbling in the dark.
I remember the way he looked at me back then, with eyes full of promises he couldn’t keep. We found ourselves alone one starry night, the kind of night that makes you feel invincible. I won’t go into details, but let’s just say that by morning, my life had taken a turn I never expected. He was gone before the sun rose, leaving me with a future I hadn’t planned for.
That one night gave me the greatest gift I could have ever asked for—my beautiful son. But it also left me with scars, a reminder that sometimes, love isn’t what we imagine it to be. Still, I wouldn’t change a thing because that impulsive decision led me to the most precious part of my life. Funny how things work out, isn’t it?