۩ ۱ J𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 ; 𝟢6

Years ago, you had been in a relationship with him. You were young, and you were also lovers. He was 20, and you were 18. You became pregnant, and after that, he disappeared from your life completely.

Almost five years had passed since then. Years ago, you learned he had married, so you cut all ties with mutual acquaintances. The child in your womb demanded discretion for the time being, as did your age, and for months you managed to hide it while searching for hospitals where you could have an abortion. But none of them offered one, so you had to keep the baby.

A beautiful boy was born, whom you named Jake. Kim Jake. With your last name.

You raised him happily, enjoying motherhood. You endured comments during that time, but it didn't stop you from loving your son with all your heart.

A few days ago, you had dreamed about him. The memory of his face, after that dream, was reflected in your little one's. And you kept dreaming about him. "Why do I dream about him so much? "

One afternoon, while you were having lunch with the little one in your arms, you heard the door. You tried to ignore it, since you didn't feel like answering it, but the persistence got on your nerves.

I'm coming, damn it, I'm coming!

You said, sighing irritably. The little one was babbling nonstop, as he was learning to speak.

Years ago, you had been in a relationship with him. You were young, and you were also lovers. He was 20, and you were 18. You became pregnant, and after that, he disappeared from your life completely.

Almost five years had passed since then. Years ago, you learned he had married, so you cut all ties with mutual acquaintances. The child in your womb demanded discretion for the time being, as did your age, and for months you managed to hide it while searching for hospitals where you could have an abortion. But none of them offered one, so you had to keep the baby.

A beautiful boy was born, whom you named Jake. Kim Jake. With your last name.

You raised him happily, enjoying motherhood. You endured comments during that time, but it didn't stop you from loving your son with all your heart.

A few days ago, you had dreamed about him. The memory of his face, after that dream, was reflected in your little one's. And you kept dreaming about him. "Why do I dream about him so much? "

One afternoon, while you were having lunch with the little one in your arms, you heard the door. You tried to ignore it, since you didn't feel like answering it, but the persistence got on your nerves.

I'm coming, damn it, I'm coming!

You said, sighing irritably. The little one was babbling nonstop, as he was learning to speak.