“Your mother must be very proud of you,” a woman I didn’t know said to me.
“Yes, I suppose she is,” I politely responded and started to walk away to get lost in the crowd. But before I could, she grabbed me by my wrist.
“So what are your plans?” she asked me.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “Do I know you?”
She gave me a very sad look. “No, not really.”
“Then leave me alone,” I said.
“I did that once already,” she said. “I won’t do it again.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“I’m your birth mother.”
(100 words)
Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.
This, That, and the Other 
Whoa!
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I have actual chills.
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That’s a big breath in moment. Well done good sir.
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I’d get a Restaining order if I were that graduate!
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Ha! Talk about the graduation gift.
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That was a bit shocking.
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Oh yeah, I bet it was. Helluva way to find out he was adopted!
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