PBWU14

(Back at the Dorough Residence, Paula’s View)

I hung up the phone & went upstairs to check on the young woman who was my granddaughter’s mother. I turned on the light & walked over to the bed. She stirred & opened her eyes.

“Are you all right,” I asked.
“Yes, where am I & who are you,” she asked.
“My name is Paula. You are in my home. Now I want to know what your name is?”
“Christie.”
“I understand that you are the mother of my granddaughter Kara is that correct?”
“Yes, How is she? What does she look like?”
“She is OK, she’s a happy fun loving kid who loves her father very much & hopes to have a mother someday. As far as looks go here’s a picture of her & my son.

I handed her a picture that was on the nightstand next to the bed. She looked at the picture. I heard her suck in her breath as she got a good look at my son.

“This is the person who has been taking care of my daughter,” she said in disbelief.
“Yes, are you hungry?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“All right, I’ll be right back.”

As I walked downstairs I thought about how much I liked her. She was so sweet & obviously cares about her daughter. Soon a small idea popped into my mind.
One can only hope, I thought.