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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Grandparent(s) (04/03/08)

TITLE: Regrets
By Mo


A grinning Cara handed her mother a fuzzy black and white picture.

“Really!?” Belinda exclaimed. She jumped up and hugged her daughter and son-in-law.

“This calls for a celebration.” Belinda went and poured each of them a champagne glass full of apple juice. “Here dear, this won’t upset your stomach. No alcohol now…”

“I know Mom…”

Belinda proposed a toast, “To a long and happy life my little one.” She patted Cara’s barely perceptible tummy bulge.

It was a happy day for Belinda. But all her days were tinged with sadness and regret--even before she lost her husband the year before.

That night, as Belinda said her nightly prayers she shed happy tears. God, please watch over Cara and Kurt’s little baby--my first grandbaby...

Then she sighed. I might’ve been a grandma a long time ago, if only… Angel would’ve been six years older than my Cara. I don’t even know if you’re a boy or a girl… I never even told my Henry about you, bless his soul. My children have always brought me so much joy… And now I’m going to be a Grandma.

If only I’d known back then what I know now… God, I know you forgave me long ago, but how can I ever forgive myself? I love you Angel. Really, I do…


Jeanette rang the doorbell. Maybe I should’ve worn the blue skirt? It’s not every day you meet your mother… But I wanted to be comfortable, too…

An older woman opened the door; a woman who looked a bit like Jeanette. “Ruth? It’s me, Jeanette.”

“Come in dear… Oh my, you’re expecting! When’s the baby due?”

“I thought you might like to know you’re going to be a grandmother--this summer…” She cradled her swollen belly. “It’s what prompted me to search for you in earnest.”

“I’m so glad you did. I’ve been looking for you for years.--Not a day has gone by that I didn’t wonder about you, wonder if I did the right thing…”

“Oh Ruth, you did. You chose life--my life. My adoptive parents were wonderful people; they passed away just last year, the both of them… But I had a very happy childhood, really.”

“I’m so glad--about your childhood that is. Losing a parent is hard; I know...” She patted her daughter’s knee. “But now you’ve gained a parent, in a way, haven’t you? I know I can never replace the Lovejoys, and I wouldn’t dare try, but I do hope we can be… friends?”

“I hope so too, Ruth.”

As she began to relax a bit, Jeanette took note of her surroundings. Her mouth dropped open. “I have that exact same print hanging in my foyer. I just love his work…”

“Me, too.”

“And that’s not one of his more popular works is it?”

“It’s not. We have so much catching up to do now, don’t we…?”


“He even looks like me.” Joey nodded towards his grandson sleeping in the baby seat in his white Christening outfit.

Susan smiled and nodded.

“And you should see Kim. Being a mom has really turned her around, made her grow up, get responsible... She’s really achieving now. She wants to do the best for her boy…”

Susan remembered Kim as a young girl. She also remembered Joey’s initial reaction to his 15 year old daughter’s pregnancy.

Joey blushed. He’d not seen Susan since before Sammy was born. “That other stuff… That was just talk, ya know? At first… I had no idea… It was just…”

Susan patted Joey’s arm. There were simply no words to describe the horror of what he’d asked his daughter to do.

Joey had told Kim, “Get rid of it.” Susan shivered, though it wasn’t the least bit cold. That sleeping baby isn’t an “It.” He’s a precious little boy. Thank God…

“Just thank God everything turned out all right,” said Susan.

“I do Susan, I really do. You know, I’m not the most religious guy, but I thank God she didn’t listen to me about that. Sammy’s a great kid; so smart… Did you know he can already say Grandpa?”

Susan laughed.

“Really, he does!” Little Sammy woke up from his nap. Grandpa’s booming voice had gotten a little too loud.

Joey picked up his grandson and cradled him in his arms. “Say it, little buddy. Say, ‘GRANDPA.’”

The baby cooed, “Ga.”

“See? What did I tell you? This kid’s going places; just you wait and see…”

Author's Note:

Any woman who is pregnant and in need never has to feel that abortion is the only option.
People anywhere in the USA can find assistance at the following numbers:

Carenet/Heartbeat: 1-800-395-HELP
Crisis Pregnancy Helpline: 1-888-4-OPTIONS
Birthright: 1-800-550-4900
National Life Center: 1-800-848-LOVE
Bethany Christian Services: 1-800-238-4269

Counseling, forgiveness, and healing can be found after abortion.
Abortion Recovery Help: 1-877-HOPE-4-ME or 1-800-5-WE-CARE

Above information from www.PriestsForLife.org

Note that the stories above are fiction.

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LauraLee Shaw04/10/08
Excellent story with a hopeful message. YOur notes at the end show a compassionate, caring heart.
Sharlyn Guthrie04/11/08
These are very effective vignettes for the message you are delivering. Your writing is clear and concise. I wonder how it would work to tell three different viewpoints of the same situation (just a thought, even though I like it the way it is).