Becky’s Story
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Jennifer Woodley
ecky’s hand hovered over the send button
on her computer. She hesitated. What
if the lady was not her aunt? But then
again, what if she really was? Fear and
anticipation swirled together in a hazy mist in her
mind. Send. It was gone. Now the dreaded wait for
a response. was I aware that my father had any siblings, and so I
am contacting you to see if you are my aunt and if I
have any other family that I don’t know about. I have
emailed every Ruth Watkins found on Facebook,
and you are the final one I am contacting.
Awaiting your reply,
Becky MacDonald
………..
Ruth settled at her desk with a steamy, spicy chai. She
skimmed through her emails noticing nothing new
until the last one caught her attention. Disbelieving,
her eyes flashed across the name, Becky MacDonald.
Hurriedly she opened it, why was her connection
so slow this morning? The email read:
Dear Ruth Watkins,
I am wondering if you are the sister of my deceased
father, Gregory MacDonald? Not until this morning ……….
Becky reopened the small hand painted wooden box
that belonged to her mother, Pauline. She carefully
lifted out the letters that lay inside, some for over
40 years. Becky located the one that was about to
change her life. Dated 25th March, 1995 it read:
Happy 21st Birthday Becky!
I hope that you have a blessed day. I keep praying
that we might meet one day soon and share our
lives together. All my love to you, your Aunty Ruth
DOZ Magazine September 2018
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