R J Hembree - Writers' Village University

Dad cried. He sat at his desk, cried huge tears, and said that he was
proud of me. He told me that he had never been prouder of me in his life,
and that he understood. It’s the closest I’ve ever felt to my father. I guess I
have you to thank for that. And for the tiny life growing inside me, my baby
lets me know we’ll be okay. Each morning I look in the mirror at my growing
belly and remind myself that life is full of choices. I’m sad that you couldn’t
choose us.
I will continue to write these letters to you and to keep them. Even if
they only end up in a trunk for our child to find, years from now. Some
things are meant to keep.
Yours always,
--K
Shirley Eaves was born in Marshall, Missouri and has lived in the Midwest most of
her life. She currently lives in Glen Carbon, Illinois and has been writing fiction for
two years. She has been a member of Writer’s Village University since March 2007.
She is also a member of the St. Louis Writer’s Guild.
This is Shirley’s first published short story.
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