My breathing became laboured as I took him all in, could he be? No. I... I-he didn't look like me at all, I have a much darker shade of brown skin his looked more olive. Ours eye colour was the same but lots of people had green eyes! He couldn't be.
“wh- how?” I was finding it hard to get my words out, my mind was jumbled and making so many connections from the past to the boy in front of me.
“Erm can I come in?” the mysterious boy asked, I stepped aside still stunned and quietly closed the door behind him, watching as he stared at the apartment in wonder. Then he turned to me and smiled. “I'm Lucas, your son...”
At the last word my resolve broke and tear started cascading down my tears, I have to say I am an ugly crier. I ran to Lucas and wrapped him in my arms, he was stiff as a board . I just stood with him in my arms while I bawled my eyes out. They were some of the happiest tears I've ever shed.
Soon, I was lying on my back, under my comfy bed covers. Evaluating the day, I thought back to the moment before I opened the door, I think I expected it to be Emily, my neighbours daughter asking for sugar or milk. Recently Rachel (Emily's mother) had been round -often.
Although that wasn't the biggest thing on my mind it was the boy with bright green eyes, alike to my own. Was he really mine? If yes,why come find me? Why now? How did he find me? HOw did he know me?
Except those werent the things that plagued my most it was being a parent; a mother.
