Stanley wandered restlessly toward the pond at the back of the park. Five ducks and two geese came to investigate, but waddled off when they found he didn’t have any bread. He gathered a handful of pebbles and tossed them one by one into the water.
He had been fine by himself. As an only child with little emotional support, he’d learned to be self-sufficient. Now these two women had shown up, claiming to be his sisters. They didn’t seem to want anything but acknowledgement. Their mother—his birth mother—was dead.
He’d told himself long ago that he didn’t care, that it didn’t matter that he’d been abandoned. But now these women were changing the story he’d told himself about his birth and adoption. He crouched down to gather more pebbles, but these he simply held. What would it be like to have siblings? Did he want to know?
Copyright © 2014 Loretta Miles Tollefson