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Hello… you don’t know me… I am Andria’s caretaker at the children’s home. You probably don’t know who he is yet… we gave him this name after baptism… you are his mother…
I’m holding your little son now and I’m singing to him… he has a fever and looks at me with teary eyes time and time again, I think he’s a mother, he’s one year old… we even invented his birthday… he has a birthday in the new year.
Every child here has two birthdays… one when they were actually born… and one when they were abandoned and found by us.
No one will believe that you are not thinking about Andria right now…
We mothers always feel when our child is sick, I believe that now you are also excited and sad… Whatever the reason you parted with your child, you are part of one soul… You will always feel each other and the disconnection… Who knows how many nights you have slept, how many dawns burned in your heart, but The fact is the same, you are with me… in your loneliness and pain… and Andria is lying here, in the tenth bed, with a fever, and I think she is her mother…
You probably had an ordinary, banal reason for abandoning your child, but this decision made all of you bitter, and Andria too… If only you knew… I can’t wait for Andria and others like him here… I’m most worried about the fact that I can’t be their real mother… And you missed this chance …
You know… Andrew will grow up soon… They can’t put a lot of sugar in his tea here… He won’t have bread with butter either… He will always look at other people’s candy… He may cry at other people’s laughter… He will dream all night before going to sleep and cannot imagine what you are like… You too… You can’t imagine what your son is like either. How many teeth he already has, what shape his fingers have, how ridiculously he holds the spoon to eat, how heartily he laughs or cries… the fantasy of both of you will be false… you will never imagine each other… if you ever meet each other on the street, in the city, or even in the same room, so You will pass the page like ordinary passers-by…
Maybe he didn’t have a luxurious life with you… But with a mother’s hug, a child can overcome everything… Your one smile would be enough for him to make the sun rise… To feel happiness… He would definitely run to the children in the yard and tell her that his mother is as warm and beautiful as the sun, even if she wears torn shoes. , he would still proudly say that his mother bought these shoes…
now yes…
Now Andrew is learning to talk… and I am so confused… I don’t know how to teach him the word mother… who is his mother here? Maybe this word will become as insignificant to him as a common noun… chair… house… table… who will he call mother?
I know you feel how much you need your son… I know you need his little arms around your neck…
I know that your heart is missing… I don’t know you, but I know Andria… you can trust me… I will always take good care of you… but then what will I do when one day she tells me.
Please return to your baby… until he learns the word mother. Source:genews.ge
