“302!” I yelled at the nurse typing away at her computer behind the nurse’s desk at the hospital
“And who are you?” She replied
“I’m Grace Waters’ daughter”
“Where is your mother?” The nurse asked angerly
“She’s dead” I mumbled under my breath
“What?” She asked impatiently
“She’s dead!” I yelled at her
“I see,” She said, “Well, your mother had your brother, which she abandoned in the middle of the night. I had to call child services. Would you like to see him before he is taken?”
Shaking my head yes, she guided me to the nursery. She pointed to a small boy with a full head of black hair and blue eyes.
A phone rang at the desk she recently left. She left me to look at the child, but what she didn’t know was that I stole her keycard. When the nurse turned around to answer the phone, I silently and swiftly swiped the card and went to the crib that held the child.
Looking over at him, I saw him smile. I know babies can’t smile, but I swear that I saw one dimple in his right cheek as he smiled.
Taking my brother into my hands, I made a decision.
Running to the address my father gave me, I knocked on the door with the kid in my arms.
“Hello” A man answered the door
He looked me up and down and almost immediately, he said “Hello, Brooklyn”
Gasping, I asked, “How do you know who I am?”
He smiled, showing a hidden dimple in his right cheek under his three day scruff of black fuzz, then everything clicked.
“I knew your mom and dad” He said as he looked at the baby I held, “Is that my son?”
Without a word, I gave him my brother, turned on my heels, and walked away. I heard him call my name as I walked, asking me where I was going to next. I ignored his cries and continued without a look back. Silent tears streamed down my cheeks as I mumbled “I wish I knew”
As I walked, I thought, how did she hide this? Daddy was in jail for almost two years. But then I remembered the small things. She wore baggy clothes. She didn’t drink beers like she constantly did. She looked in extreme pain for the past few days.
I walked to the darkening city as the street lights flickered on, leaving the only family I had.
I kept going until I reached the alley that was my mother’s final resting place. With the sirens blaring in the distance, I saw the blue and white lights heading my direction. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
Whispering to myself, I said, “I guess it’s time to go home”