PBWU14

(Back at the Dorough Residence, Paula�s View)

I hung up the phone & went upstairs to check on the young woman who was my granddaughter�s mother. I turned on the light & walked over to the bed. She stirred & opened her eyes.

�Are you all right,� I asked.
�Yes, where am I & who are you,� she asked.
�My name is Paula. You are in my home. Now I want to know what your name is?�
�Christie.�
�I understand that you are the mother of my granddaughter Kara is that correct?�
�Yes, How is she? What does she look like?�
�She is OK, she�s a happy fun loving kid who loves her father very much & hopes to have a mother someday. As far as looks go here�s a picture of her & my son.

I handed her a picture that was on the nightstand next to the bed. She looked at the picture. I heard her suck in her breath as she got a good look at my son.

�This is the person who has been taking care of my daughter,� she said in disbelief.
�Yes, are you hungry?� I asked.
�Yes.�
�All right, I�ll be right back.�

As I walked downstairs I thought about how much I liked her. She was so sweet & obviously cares about her daughter. Soon a small idea popped into my mind.
One can only hope, I thought.