The next day she had cook Jerry’s favorite food. She had set the table with a white tablecloth with a vase of, dark orange clusters of Redodendruns. She served three warm enchiladas on a plate and laid it on the table with a fresh orange juice, on the right side of his plate. As she sat down waiting for Jerry, she fell asleep. It was 1:06 a.m. when she woke up she realize
that Jerry, still wasn't home. By then his food had already cooled down.
Her palms were sweaty, she was biting her nails and her body was shaking of how nervous and scared she was. She told herself, “ I need to go out and look for him.” Right when she went out she saw a red car pass by, whose plaque number ended with 69 going own the hill, like if he was heading to the orphanage. It was really strange seeing a car drive by because that street was always lonely and what would a car be driving down here at one in the morning, it was too late. She went inside and looked at her clock. It was 2:34 a.m. She still kept waiting for Jerry. Thinking he will come back.
As the boy went over the hill he saw a vehicle with no one inside, so he approached it. As he hears a noise and as he turns to the noise, there is a dark figure. The boy is motionless after he hears the dark figure say,”I am sorry for abandoning you, my son.” As the moon sat in the middle, of the dark sky. The two of them walk back to the car and drove off as the boy is full of joy, but as he turned he saw a women, not just any women though. It was his mom the one who raised him.