Putting up with it was a small sacrifice to make.
I chuckled at that and thought about how much I didn’t know about her. I had never seen that side of her before. But I wanted to.
The woman I met was beautiful but modest, reserved if you will. She was playful and spirited, yet different from any of the girls I’ve ever met. Listening to them speak about her in such an absolute way only proved how special of a person she was.
The conversation shifted as Saylor began talking about the time that Juliette nearly quit her old job. She had worked in a place that was like a Chuck-E-Cheese and a McDonald’s hybrid. A couple was there throwing a birthday party for their three-year-old son when he’d slipped and cut open his knee, crying in complete hysterics. Juliette had stopped working and had walked out of the kitchen, only to bend down and clean up the little boy’s wounds. As she helped him stand up, she made a joke and the little boy’s face brightened into the biggest smile she’d ever seen. After that, Jules went and grabbed him an ice cream cone for being such a brave little guy.
The manager had apparently been furious that she’d stopped working, which only ticked Juliette off even more. She’d stood up to the boss, reminding him that without guests like that little boy’s family, their business wouldn’t even be operational. She’d thought she would have been praised for her good deed but she was thoroughly surprised she’d gotten a verbal beating for it. After that, she only worked there for a few weeks before quitting, the poisonous environment stressing her out.
As Saylor had told the story, tears filled her eyes and Jack took it as his moment to pull her into his arms, holding her close as she collected herself. It seemed completely unlike Jack to show that kind of emotion and it overall left me at a loss for words.
I didn’t understand the sudden change in those two. What did I miss?
We sat there for a tad longer until eventually we all parted ways, Juliette on all of our minds. Would she ever be found? And if she was, what kind of condition would she be in?
JULIETTE
Dear Baby.
Guess what? I’m finally beginning to show a little! My bump is tiny and barely noticeable to someone who doesn’t see me on an everyday basis, but I can definitely see it. It’s weird to be thinking that you’re growing in there, that a little human is inside of me. That I made you.
You couldn’t be more of a blessing to me. In the dark time of my life, you brought me hope and you still do. I have no doubt that you always will.
I’m dying for the day that I find out if you’re a little girl or little boy. Will I be taking you to dance classes or soccer practice? It seems crazy to be thinking of me doing those things and I don’t think I’ve fully wrapped my head around those ideas but they’re there, rolling around in my brain.
I still haven’t gotten the chance to tell Beau that he’s going to be a father, and I’m scared for that day. I’m not ready to face him yet. I feel like when I do that, that I’m losing you. I haven’t known about you for long, but you’re my miracle and it’s hard to face that you aren’t just mine. You’re his too. But it’s not just that, either. I’m scared more than anything that he may reject you, that he’ll question whether you’re his or even just walk away completely.
As someone who’s grown up without parents and family, I know how important it is for you to have one. And please know that even if Beau isn’t in the picture, I’ll always be here and so will your Aunt Saylor.
I’m your mom and I love you so much already, you can’t possibly imagine to what extent.
Xoxo, Mommy
LAURA
I sat outside my favorite coffee shop, waiting for my son to arrive. The sun began setting in the distance, painting the sky in beautiful hues of pinks, yellows, and oranges.
It only took a good ten or so minutes of waiting before my
I chuckled at that and thought about how much I didn’t know about her. I had never seen that side of her before. But I wanted to.
The woman I met was beautiful but modest, reserved if you will. She was playful and spirited, yet different from any of the girls I’ve ever met. Listening to them speak about her in such an absolute way only proved how special of a person she was.
The conversation shifted as Saylor began talking about the time that Juliette nearly quit her old job. She had worked in a place that was like a Chuck-E-Cheese and a McDonald’s hybrid. A couple was there throwing a birthday party for their three-year-old son when he’d slipped and cut open his knee, crying in complete hysterics. Juliette had stopped working and had walked out of the kitchen, only to bend down and clean up the little boy’s wounds. As she helped him stand up, she made a joke and the little boy’s face brightened into the biggest smile she’d ever seen. After that, Jules went and grabbed him an ice cream cone for being such a brave little guy.
The manager had apparently been furious that she’d stopped working, which only ticked Juliette off even more. She’d stood up to the boss, reminding him that without guests like that little boy’s family, their business wouldn’t even be operational. She’d thought she would have been praised for her good deed but she was thoroughly surprised she’d gotten a verbal beating for it. After that, she only worked there for a few weeks before quitting, the poisonous environment stressing her out.
As Saylor had told the story, tears filled her eyes and Jack took it as his moment to pull her into his arms, holding her close as she collected herself. It seemed completely unlike Jack to show that kind of emotion and it overall left me at a loss for words.
I didn’t understand the sudden change in those two. What did I miss?
We sat there for a tad longer until eventually we all parted ways, Juliette on all of our minds. Would she ever be found? And if she was, what kind of condition would she be in?
JULIETTE
Dear Baby.
Guess what? I’m finally beginning to show a little! My bump is tiny and barely noticeable to someone who doesn’t see me on an everyday basis, but I can definitely see it. It’s weird to be thinking that you’re growing in there, that a little human is inside of me. That I made you.
You couldn’t be more of a blessing to me. In the dark time of my life, you brought me hope and you still do. I have no doubt that you always will.
I’m dying for the day that I find out if you’re a little girl or little boy. Will I be taking you to dance classes or soccer practice? It seems crazy to be thinking of me doing those things and I don’t think I’ve fully wrapped my head around those ideas but they’re there, rolling around in my brain.
I still haven’t gotten the chance to tell Beau that he’s going to be a father, and I’m scared for that day. I’m not ready to face him yet. I feel like when I do that, that I’m losing you. I haven’t known about you for long, but you’re my miracle and it’s hard to face that you aren’t just mine. You’re his too. But it’s not just that, either. I’m scared more than anything that he may reject you, that he’ll question whether you’re his or even just walk away completely.
As someone who’s grown up without parents and family, I know how important it is for you to have one. And please know that even if Beau isn’t in the picture, I’ll always be here and so will your Aunt Saylor.
I’m your mom and I love you so much already, you can’t possibly imagine to what extent.
Xoxo, Mommy
LAURA
I sat outside my favorite coffee shop, waiting for my son to arrive. The sun began setting in the distance, painting the sky in beautiful hues of pinks, yellows, and oranges.
It only took a good ten or so minutes of waiting before my
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