The Perfect Solution-A Suspense of Choices by Ey Wade Page B

You will not be seeing her again. I am going into the other room to make your bed. Are you going to stay sitting right there?"
    Refusing to answer her Brhin kept his head down and closed his eyes. Shrugging her shoulders and picking up a flat package from one of the cushions of the sofa, Mona left the room. She walked down the short hallway into the rear of the house and into a small bedroom. She looked around the room in satisfaction and pride. The small room was the only other bedroom in the house and she had designated it to Brhin.
    From the matching car/truck motif on the wall paper border and comforter on the racing car shaped bed, and to the shelf of toys against the wall showed that the entire room had been decorated with a little boy in mind.
    "Brhin will love it here. He'll be glad that I brought him home and he'll love this room when he sees it."
    She danced around in her joy. Her every thought and action in decorating the room had been geared by thoughts of Brhin. From the very first sight of him, four months previously and every day since, Brhin had become her reason for living. The first time she saw him she had thought he seemed so cute putting in his breakfast order at the McDonald's across from her house.
    That 'little redhead' (she refused to even think of the skinny little woman as his mother) had been holding him at eye level to the cashier and he had stated his wishes in a clear concise manner. The cashier had giggled good-naturedly when Brhin insisted on ordering nuggets for breakfast and he had laughed along with her. Eaves dropping on their short conversation, she had gathered the information that Brhin and the cashier went through the same little drama every Saturday morning and she had silently chuckled along with them. Amused with the verbal exchange and entranced with the joy for life that the child exhibited, she had become enamored with him. From then on, it had become her business to be at the Mc Donald's on Saturdays when the 'little redhead' brought Brhin in for breakfast. She would sit in a different area and watch his every move.
    It was hard to pinpoint the exact day that had made her decide she wanted the child as her own, but deep in her soul she had known. The need to have Brhin had gotten so absorbing that she knew there was no way she could live without him. Saturday became the only day in the week that gave her reason to go on.
    There had never been anyone in her life to care about or who cared about her. Growing up, she had been an only child reared by an angry over protective father that was now dead. Her mother gave her up at birth and never returned to visit and her father never let her forget. As a child she was blamed for the fact her mother had run off. When she became older she found out she was not the biological child of the man she called father and that her mother had run away in fear from the horrendous physical and mental abuse. Why a woman would leave a child with such a man, was beyond her.
    While she was growing up she promised herself she would have many babies and give them any and everything they wanted. She would give them lots of love and freedom to grow and enjoy themselves. Now that she had him, she would give Brhin anything he asked for. He would want for nothing.
    Putting a toy truck on the floor, Mona remembered how happy she’d been when she was a child playing with her toys. She played with dolls, giving them the care and names that she would one day give to children of her own. Those dolls had been the only things she’d loved in the world. She’d put so much time into those dolls, making their clothes with ragged little girl stitches, combing their hair and spending so many of her days hourly fantasizing, her father began to call her a crazy lunatic, and any other insult which came to his mind.
    On her eighth birthday, he gathered all of her dolls and burned them. He made her stand and watch as he took each carefully made piece of clothing, laid them