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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛
As I shuffled down the sidewalk, my feet stumbling over cracks in the pavement, I clutched my tote bag tightly, desperate to puncture the lid of my drink with the straw. The thirst gnawed at me, a constant annoyance. I had chugged an entire Stanley cup of water on the way to Rodeo Drive, only to find myself tearing up at the sight of a car accident half a mile into my journey. I didn’t know the victims, but the tragedy weighed heavily on my heart.
The fiery grip of heartburn clawed at my chest, triggering memories of my grandma’s old wives’ tale about heartburn and hair. My baby, still just the size of a poppyseed, couldn’t possibly be the cause. The beach beckoned in the distance, a sanctuary for my troubled mind.
A familiar voice calling out “Mama!” made me freeze in my tracks, an arm wrapping around my leg. Confusion clouded my mind as I gazed down at the source of the voice, tears welling in my eyes. It was him, Da’Vinci, his tiny arms clinging to me with a strength beyond his years. “Vinny, what are you doing here?” I whispered, searching the empty street for any sign of his father.
With a shrug, he pleaded, “Mama, can I come home, please?” His eyes, so full of sadness and longing, bore into mine, and I knew in that moment that he held my heart in his hands. His simple question shattered me, leaving me feeling out of place and utterly vulnerable. “Vinny, where is your dad?” I asked, gently prying his little hands from my leg. But his silent response spoke volumes, leaving me with a heaviness in my chest that only a mother could understand.
As I knelt down to his level, the weight of his unspoken words hung heavy in the air. Da’Vinci’sy eyes, usually bright and full of mischief, now held a depth of sorrow that tore at my soul. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close, feeling the warmth of his tiny body pressed against mine.
“Vinny, it’s okay. Mama’s here,” I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. The ache in his eyes mirrored the ache in my heart.
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