The next day, Mariska woke up and all she could think about was Adeliah. The sad, sullen girl who was silently crying out for love. She was brought out of her thoughts by voice of her seven year old son, August.
"Mom?" August called "Mom?!" Then he yelled, "Mom!!"
Mariska turned to look at her son, "Huh? What's the matter, baby?"
"Mama, are you okay?" August asked looking at his mom concerned
Mariska smiled and gave a nod, "Yeah. I'm fine, baby."
August furrowed his eyebrows, "Are you sure, mommy? You don't look fine."
Mariska hugged her son, "Baby, I promise I'm fine. I was just thinking."
"Okay mom." August replied as he hugged his mom back.
Meanwhile at Adeliah's apartment, she's in the kitchen cooking a couple eggs for breakfast while watching Law and Order: SVU on the TV in the living room that she has a clear view of from the kitchen. She still couldn't believe that just yesterday she had met Mariska Hargitay.
I'm sorry that I've practically abandoned this story, but I just have no drive or inspiration for it.
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The Unlucky One
Ficción GeneralAll the things that you're supposed to learn from your mother, I had to teach myself. I grew up alone. I had no one to teach me right from wrong. I acted purely on instinct and my conscience. My whole life I've never felt love. I don't even know wha...
