The True Story Of How I Met Your Daddy

My hand shakes as I write this, but I have to get it down. It's the last thing I'll be doing in this life. I want you to know who your real parents are, and the real story behind them. I love you, my baby boy.


10. I Love You


I can barely write it down, but I must. I'm hiding out in my motel room, with teardrops running down my face and leaving small puddles on my legs. I'm just so worthless, pathetic, and a bad mother. I'm glad they took my baby and he got adopted, so he can have a chance at a decent life. A decent life, with a decent mother and father. Unlike a cheapo motel room, bad oppurtunities and a hooker for a mother. That's all I can offer him.

I was recognised whilst going to pay the gas bill, and before long there was a crowd of people kicking and punching me: the scum of the earth. All I could hear was "Lying Bitch Who Deserves Death" ringing in my ears. Only they weren't chanting it; it was in my head. It's true though. I deserve to die for letting my son, and my family, down.

The money I had left over, went straight on a CD. It's the one with the song about me on it, as I want to hear what he said about me before I die, and the world becomes better. I'm not needed here.

I sit cross-legged on the end of my bed, running my fingers over the plastic case. The photo underneath stares back up at me with those haunting brown eyes. Exactly the same as my childs. I lift it closer to me, and delicately kissed the image. Not for who he is, but because of my son, and how he wouldn't exist if it weren't for him. A delicate feathery pattern is left over the image, as I open the case and pull the CD out. Putting it in the small CD player, I set it to the number, and leave it for a bit, so I can write down the very last thing I want to say.

I love you, my baby boy. You may be reading this when you're 16, 36, or 66, but you're still my baby boy. And I, Wilhemina "Billie"-Jean Geldburn, your birth mother, will always be watching over you and keeping you safe.

I press the button, and prepare for the end.


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