Teach Me Love

It's Compassion

Lena's POV

After our nice shower, Stef and I decided to go to bed together, and of course we are naked in each other's arms, just breathing in the other slowly.

"Babe?" I say softly, wanting to take advantage of the fact that we were alone and have time to talk to discover each other more.

"Hum?"

"Where were you born?" I ask for I was curious about her past, and even without that, it's only natural to want to know where your girlfriend comes from.

"Why are you asking me that, love?" she asks, lifting her head from my chest to look at me.

"Just like that. I mean we didn't do dates to learn more about each other or things like that so... I don't know, I just want to know you better. And well, feel free to ask me whatever you want as well." I respond softly as something in her eyes change and she buried her face into my breasts again and I caress her soft blond hair.

"I was born here, in Boston. You?" she says vaguely as I frown a bit for it seems like I was going to have to drag the information out of her.

"Same. My family has been living here for generations. Well, my dad's family at least." I try to be a bit more open for maybe if I open up to her more, she'll feel safer to do the same with me.

"What about your mom?" she whispers as she pulls away from my chest and just lay her head on the pillow, but still facing me, our bodies not losing contact for anything.

"Ha, well, it's been some time since I called her my mom you know. She... um... abandoned my dad and me when I was five. She just flat out left one day, and never returned." I say remembering the last time I saw my mother like it was yesterday, yet I don't feel anything for her anymore, she just gave birth to me. The woman who took care of me, the woman who helped me get through life was and is Rosy, no one else.

"I'm sorry baby... Do you know why?" she asks softly, as she strokes my cheek lovingly.

"No, I don't know why she left us. She just did, with no explanation whatsoever, we never heard about her ever again, and I don't even think my dad knew either... everything was fine and then, one day, everything went wrong. My dad never recovered from it. He was a brilliant architect, the best of his generation... but he buried himself into his work, he never had much time for me... he wasn't bad, for when he was here, I always loved spending time with him, but well, Rosy was more a parent to me than he was. He died when I was fourteen, and that's when Rosy became my legal guardian."

"Do you... hum, do you miss them? Sometimes?" Stef asks hesitantly.

"Not my mother, no. But yeah, my dad sometimes. And you? What about your parents?" I ask for she never ever mention them. Not that we had known each other long enough for that, but I guess I can feel something is not very pretty about her past.

"I... I don't have parents." She whispers, looking down as my heart broke instantly for her, even though I have no idea what that means exactly.

"Can I ask why?" I ask. I don't want to pry, if she doesn't want to talk about it, I understand and I won't press her.

"They died when I was two, in a car accident. I don't remember them." she says, as I realized that she was an orphan, but then, who raised her.

"Where did you go after that?"

"We didn't have any other family except for my dad's sister, but she didn't want to take me in apparently, so I ended up in the foster care system... no one ever wanted to adopt me, so..." she says, breaking my heart even more, for how come nobody wanted such a sweet person like her.