I Wasn’t Born From Love (Repeat)

Many of us weren’t born because of love and must restart hope and happiness daily.

Image by Annelise Lords

Jessica slowed as she approached the yellow light. A young lady wearing black jeans and a red t-shirt, with a dark blue backpack hanging loosely behind her, stood at the light. She didn’t attempt to cross, even though the light was green for her. She stood staring ahead as if she was in a trance.

The light changes and Jessica attempts to drive. The young lady steps unto the road.

Jessica stepped on the brakes, shouting, “What the heck!”

She steps back as Jessica breaks. This routine continued a few times. Jessica reversed, parked a short distance away, and stepped out of her car. The young lady stared at her as she approached, and Jessica asked, “Are you okay?”

Looking at Jessica with a far-off look in her eyes. She blinked, then said, “Mrs. Paddington, what are you doing here?”

“Are you okay?” Jessica repeated.

“Oh, Mrs. Paddington I dreamed of meeting you to ask you one question,” she said excitedly.

Jessica’s heartbeat raced as she saw herself in the sad eyes of this child. Reaching out, taking her hands, and leading her away from the sidewalk’s edge, she encouraged, “go…