<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\nWhen the taxi dropped me off, I was immediately struck by a picture of my handsome son smiling next to a gorgeous woman. The picture was printed on a poster announcing their wedding. Realizing my son was getting married without informing me broke my heart. I was still in shock when I looked past the open gates and saw the ceremony in full swing. Hundreds of people were present, and the couple stood on a tall dais as a priest officiated their union. I barely heard their vows because all I could think about was how sad it was to have a child who wanted nothing to do with me. I noticed an elderly woman standing near the dais in an area reserved for family, but I only gave her a passing glance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I watched the joyous event. Just as I decided to go inside and try to speak to my boy, the security personnel, who had been engrossed in the vows, saw me. I no doubt looked like a beggar, so the head guard quickly signaled for backup.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat do you want, you old woman?\u201d the head guard asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m here to speak to my son!\u201d I replied hastily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The guard, whose tag announced him as Thomas, scoffed, filled with doubt. \u201cNice try, old lady, but I doubt anyone in there could have a mother who looks like this,\u201d he pointed out. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you tell me why you\u2019re really here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His colleagues began to surround me, and guests started glancing towards the entrance where we were. I knew they would want to end the disturbance quickly, and I wasn\u2019t about to go down easily, so I took a deep breath and shouted my son\u2019s first name. They lunged at me, but I kept shouting, pouring all my rage and despair into it, hoping he would hear and care.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was subdued in seconds and was about to be hauled off when my son appeared at the gate, looking flustered. When he saw me, he turned beet red and faced the head guard, who thought he was angry. \u201cWho\u2019s this?\u201d he asked with a frown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I thought he didn\u2019t recognize me, so I tried to get his attention. \u201cJoshua, it\u2019s mommy, look at me.\u201d But he wouldn\u2019t. He kept his back to me as he scolded the guard for allowing such a commotion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThis is a wedding, ma\u2019am, not a homeless shelter. Leave now while I\u2019m being nice,\u201d he said to me. His words tore at me. How could he be so insensitive? I struggled free from my captors, who were momentarily confused, and caught my son by the sleeve.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLet me go, you vile woman!\u201d he shouted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By now, a crowd had gathered, so he couldn\u2019t afford to treat me roughly. \u201cHe is my son!\u201d I shouted. \u201cHe has a birth scar on his left thigh!\u201d My son would have denied it, but his wife Carly had seen the scar and spoke up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAre you really his mother?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I answered sadly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut how could that be?\u201d Carly asked. \u201cSteve introduced that woman to me as his mother,\u201d she added, pointing at the woman I had noticed earlier. Carly needed proof, so she faced the woman she thought was Steve\u2019s mother and asked her if Joshua really had a scar on his thigh. The woman couldn\u2019t answer, revealing the truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIs she really your mom?\u201d Carly asked my son, looking sad. Steve hesitated before saying, \u201cI was afraid that you would leave me if you met my mother.\u201d His voice trembled. It turned out, Steve hired that woman to take my place. The thought saddened me even more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But Carly was furious. \u201cI can accept your mom, but I cannot accept your behavior. You lied to me. If you can be ashamed of your mom, then how can I be sure you won\u2019t be ashamed of me in the future? I don\u2019t want to marry a man like you!\u201d She returned his ring and broke up with him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We left together, but because she was too upset, we parted ways after she checked me into a hotel. The next day, she returned and drove me all the way to my home in the country. I thanked her for all she did and she left with my telephone number. She found closure in our conversations as she dealt with the breakup, and we started talking more frequently over the phone. Her own parents had died in a car crash when she was younger, so she enjoyed pretending I was her mother. I didn\u2019t mind; I had lost a son and gained a daughter. One who was not ashamed of being seen with me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We became close friends, and Carly visited me almost every month, even though she was no longer dating my son, who sulked away in his apartment, bitter and lonely till the very end.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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