My Best Friend

3 years later...

3 years later, I'm now a 25 year old nurse at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore, Maryland. I transferred from the Newark hospital about a year and a half ago, a year and a half after my son was born. That's right, my baby, my precious little baby boy, is now 3 years old. The person who he calls his 'big sister', Camryn, is now 7 years old. I haven't seen Joe in almost 4 years. I also hadn't been in contact with my parents since the day I first moved into that apartment in Newark New Jersey. I had refused from the moments I adopted Camryn and my son was born to put them in public school, so, I always took them with me to the hospital when I had to work. Camryn, because she acted older than her 7 years, was always watching over her little 'brother'.

Connor, that's my son's name, loved coming with me and Camryn to the hospital. I may not have had any contact with Joe in years, but, that didn't mean I didn't ever think about what would be different if my choice hadn't been the same. So, since I hadn't chosen to go back to Joe, I could still give my son a piece of his father. His name is Connor Joseph Davis. Yes, Connor's middle name is his father's name.

One day, when we were ready to leave our apartment on our way to the zoo to celebrate Connor's 3rd birthday, I picked up my little boy while Camryn walked over to the door with me. She climbed into our car while I strapped Connor into his car seat. I then climbed into the driver seat of my gray Ford Escape. However, before we got to the zoo, another driver ran a red light and rammed head on into my driver's door.