Mending Hearts With A Contract
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Last published Mon, Sep 7, 2020
As I turn to go back, I hear a faint sound of a twig snapping. I turn to the broken furniture again and bend on my knees, trying to look under the tables.
There I come in direct contact with two fearful, utterly beautiful and innocent pair of dark brown eyes with overwhelming intensity. Those eyes belong to a little girl who is hiding under the tables from God knows what. They look afraid and frightened as I first look at them. But as the girl looks at me timidly, her fear seems to radiate away and her lips twitch into a brief relieved smile. I can't help but smile at her, completely mesmerised by her wonderful eyes and cute face. Her tear stained cheeks look so chubby and soft. I move closer towards her to offer my hand for her to get out from there. But she unusually smiles at me as if she knows me. As I forward my hand, she hesitates a little.
"Mommy?" she speaks in her baby voice, so soft like a melody.
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He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze. There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms. His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained. Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son. As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched. His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close. He softly called her name. Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears. He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable. He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first. Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty. And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.
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