“Are you serious?” I asked.
“Yes, I am.” She said with a beautiful laugh further confusing me.
“Really?” I raised my eyebrows wanting to believe her.
“I mean it.” Yet another laugh escaped from her.
“Ok” sigh “why now?”
“What’s wrong with ‘now’? She particularly stressed ‘now’.
“Seriously? You are 50 now.” I laughed at her face not wanting to believe but wishing she meant every word.
“What’s wrong?” she asked in a serious tone.
“Do you know what are you agreeing to?” I wanted to confirm she really wants this.
“Yes…. I am, with full determination and commitment.” She looks convincing.
“What will people say about it?”
“I don’t care. Wait a minute…. I will say it is your child.” We laughed; it is such a pleasant discussion.
“Hahaa…people will believe it.” I managed to say between vibrating laugh.
“Even if I say it’s mine, people will not believe and will think it’s yours as I am 50 and you are 22.” She made her stand clear.
“No problems as long as you are agreeing to take that child.” I couldn’t help smiling.
“Promise me, you will raise that baby well.” I wanted to ensure the future of a child.
“You have any doubt?” her teasing tone further made me doubt her words.
“Yes…..I am doubtful. You are excellent mother of three. You raised your kids well but here, it is different. Due to personal obligations, her mother is ready to give in safe hand.” I stressed ‘safe’ making sure she gets it.
“Have I mistreated you ever since you are not my child?”
“Come on! It’s different case. I am your sister’s daughter. We are related. There is no question of mistreating me. She is different…a stranger’s daughter, a special baby.”
“What difference will it make? I need a kid around and she needs a mother. Our situation is like a jigsaw puzzle perfectly fitting each other.”
“You are growing old and she is too young. If you need kids around, I am sure you will have your own grandchildren after couple of years. Here, the security and future of that baby girl is in question.” I sounded mature to myself.
The discussion got stuck there with no sign of further movement. I feel for the little life that is unaware of the people weaving her fate; tangling, juggling, tossing and messing with her life. She is a god gifted, a miracle child who deserves the best in the world. And unfortunately, I realized I am not the best choice for her. Forget it…not even close to being good for her.