What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week Lillie McFerrin posts a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate can write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in the five sentences, and is just for direction. This week: ABANDON
When I was around 8 years old, my mother told me my true story, how she had found a tiny bawling baby on the banks of the river that flowed behind the tiny shack they called home.
“But now you are ours, and we’ll never let you go!” my father never forgot to add whenever the story was told and retold, after which they would inevitably hug me close and shower me with kisses.
Growing up, I never went hungry and had almost everything any child could have under the circumstances, including a reasonably good education for which my parents who were just daily wage earners, scrimped and saved, happily going without to accommodate my needs.
So, I don’t know why I did what I did in later years, never returning home once I moved to the big city, leaving the only parents I ever knew to their fate by the same river where they had once found me.
Perhaps that is what I have in common with my unknown biological parents, the trait to abandon that which should be cherished and nourished.
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©Shail Mohan 2015