THIS BOOK HAS BEEN RECONSTUCTED!!
𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙏𝘼𝙂'𝙎
Preview:
"Are you going to take him away like you said ?" I ask looking up at him. Florian nods. "But that's my kid Florian, he needs his mother and you know that." I say pleading to hi...
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16 years later
Laila's POV 12pm
"Lucky come on we're going to be late," I yell. I pick up his hockey equipment and place it by the door. "Mom you really can't make it to regionals?" Lucky said while walking down the stairs. "No, my love I have to pick up double shifts to cover your four hundred dollar round trip and mortgage" I replied with a frown.
Lucky shrugged off his shoulder and went to go put his stuff in the truck. I knew he was upset about me not being able to see him play but things happen. I then grab my keys and lock up the house. "Airport here we come," I say out loud.
As we drove towards the airport, Lucky's disappointment was palpable.
It wasn't just about missing my presence at regionals; he had been looking forward to sharing his achievements with me after all the sacrifices I had made. But financial constraints had forced me to prioritize our basic needs over attending his hockey game, leaving both of us with a heavy heart.
I glance over at him once more then back to the road. "Don't be sad baby, you'll do great with or without me. I say nudging him.
Lucky then rolls his eyes and says "It's not just about the game ma, I hate that you always have to work yourself half to death. His words hit a soft place in my heart.
I hated that he knew that we were struggling. "Luc don't worry about me, just focus on school and hockey. You don't need to worry these shifts will get us by" I try to say before I'm cut off.
"You said that last time and the time before that. He shakes his head. "Mom, why won't you just put my father on child support or something? Thomas said his dad pays three thousand a month. We wouldn't struggle anymore if we had that type of money. Lucky said that to me.
At that moment my heart sank. His father and child support? Where was this coming from? I had to put a stop to this nonsense. "Lucky I told you to never speak of that man," I spoke. The car goes silent and Lucky slumps down into his seat.
The words about his father brought back so many memories I tried to forget about. The abuse, confinement, trauma, and leaving my firstborn in that hell hole were now front and center in my mind once again.
"Why can't I talk about my father, you always try to shut me up whenever I speak of him?" Lucky sits up and asks. I roll my eyes but I still respond. "Because I told you he had abandoned us. And your father is broke so child support isn't really an option. I answered. Even though the broke part was a lie Lucky would never find out. He nods and the conversation fully ends.
A little over ten minutes passed and we finally made it to the airport. We said our goodbyes and Lucky walked away, his head down. I watched him until he disappeared into the crowd with other hockey players and Moms. I was filled with sadness as I knew that I would never get to tell him the truth about his father but it was for the best.
