She stared at the stairs and in her mind’s eye, she saw it as it was back then; hidden in the quiet corner of the park and surrounded by thick foliage. Leaning on her cane for support, in a slow, emotion-laden voice, Alice told her son a secret she had harboured for too long.
‘I’ve battled with myself whether to let you know or not, but with my diagnosis, I can’t put this off any longer.’
‘You’ve always wanted to know who your dad is and the truth is that I don’t know who he is.’
‘For many years, these stairs represented the stairs into a private hell.’
‘Thirty-two years ago, I was attacked here by two strangers and you were conceived that evening.’
‘Circumstances that led to your birth were difficult and changed my life, but once I held you in my arms, I couldn’t give you up for adoption.’
‘You’ve been such a blessing to me that a situation meant to destroy me was turned around.’
Thank you, J.S. for the photo prompt and PJ for hosting.