I never spoiled my son. He was diligent in his studies, always ready to lend a hand, and behaved impeccably. When Edward told me he was moving away for work, I was so anxious. The thought of the house being empty unsettled me.
What about Emily? I asked, concerned about his girlfriend.
Weve parted ways, he replied.
It caught me off guard as I was almost certain their courtship was headed for marriage. They were perfectly suited for one another, I thought. Though the breakup saddened me, I kept my distance from their private matters.
Eventually, my son left for London. We kept in touch regularly. He found a good job, made friends, and before long, met someone new. I had to be patientI knew an introduction would come in time. While I waited, I took in a little tabby cat to keep myself company.
One evening, as I returned from work, a soft voice called out, Hello!
I looked up to see Emily standing under the streetlamp. Cradled in her arms was a baby.
Emily, what are you doing here? Whose child is that? I asked.
She looked down, her voice trembling. You might judge me, but this is your granddaughter. I was too scared to tell Edward I was expecting after our messy breakup. I went back to my mums, and had my daughter there. My mum passed away a month ago, and I havent any other family. Thats why I came to you.
What are you planning to do? I asked gently.
I suppose Ill have to put my little one in care. I havent got anywhere to go. If anything should happen to me, please visit your granddaughter.
Nonsense, I said, Well raise her together. Comelets get you inside.
So, I took Emily and her daughter in. The child was the spitting image of Edward, leaving no doubt about her parentage. Emily helped with the house; I brought in the income and we managed just fine. Then, one day, Edward phoned to say hed be visiting soon. I asked if he was coming alone, but he was evasive.
When he arrived, I was spoon-feeding the little girl. Well, whos this lovely young lady? he asked.
Shes your daughter, I replied.
Edward was stunned. And Ive not come alone either, he said, bringing a Moses basket into the lounge.
Whos that then? I inquired.
Thats my son. His mother passed away in childbirth. I couldnt leave him behind.
Emily appeared at the door and silently watched Edward for a few moments. The two of them spent the rest of the evening in quiet conversation. I kept out of their way.
The most important thing is, a year later, they tied the knot, and both children grew up in a loving home.
Now, Edward is building a bigger house on the outskirts of Brighton to move out of his cramped flat. And, just between us, theres another grandchild arriving soon. Life is full of blessings!
