It’s all so puzzling, she said. What is? Said the man accompanying her. Life is, she said. The decision one can make that can impact their whole life and also the life of others. Why do you say that? Said the man. I am speaking of tragedy, loss and having to go without, she says. Why are you bringing this up all of the sudden? Says the man. He said, have you been hurt? She looks at him as though all air had been taken out of her, she cannot breathe. She says, I have had to live my life up until now without you, because of a decision you made and you ask me have I been hurt?
The look on the man’s face was as if someone had punched him right in the stomach. He blew it off and said, but I am here now. The woman stood there, in shock, thinking to herself, is this it? This is what I have waited for, for 27 years? She looked at him and said, you have kept my life a secret for 27 years and now you come here and say I have finally told everyone, you can come out of your hiding spot. Am I supposed to welcome everyone with open arms as they stare and judge? The family she had wanted to know and be a part of. Although she had wanted this all of her life, now that it was here, she had no idea what to do with all of it?
She said, what now? How do I forget all of the rejection, the hurt, the feeling of not being worthy? He looked at her and said, please do this, because I am finally ready to be your father, now that everyone knows.
As promised, above is one of the short stories I wrote inspired by “Hills Like White Elephants” written by Ernest Hemingway. I hold this story close to me. Staying true to myself, I write with my heart.
Thank you for reading!