Mother's Day

Hey Guys!

Das ist mal wieder etwas für meinen Englischkurs gewesen. 
Aufgabe: Das Thema ist Muttertag die Textform ist frei gestellt.
Ich hab mich für eine short story entschieden und was daraus geworden ist könnt ihr jetzt selbst nachlesen...

Mother's Day

I really hate my life sometimes. I even think about giving up, leaving everything behind and starting a new life. But I can't. Although I am 21 years old I cannot run away because I have got a two year old toddler. I love him, I really do, but he is kind of a fulltime job. I always have to look after him, cook, play with him, take care of him. 

Now you may think that is not to much or too difficult, but alway having an eye on my child is not my only exercise: I also have to do my job at the donut shop while Ben is in the kindergarden. The job is really under my level but I do not find a better one. Besides I need the money. I raise Ben alone because the asshole, who Ben would call dad, left the second I told him I was pregnant.

Now I have to take care of everything:

I have to pay the rent for the flat which by the way is very small. I have to buy the food and everything else we need.

I really need a break and today is my free day, because it is mother's day. And I am a mother so we, Ben and I, are going to enjoy it and spend some time together. That is why I decided to go to the zoowith him, he loves animals.

Once we are there we rush from compound to compound an Ben is excited nearly by every animal. After two hours we get hungry and I leave the baby buggy near the ice-cream booth and then join the queue. It is a long one because it's a hot summer day. After a few minutes I turn around to look if Ben is still sleeping in the baby buggy but all I see is an empty space. I almost get a heart attack when spott the buggy 20 meters forward rolling down the hill. When it picks up pace I start to run. I run as fast as I can on the uneven ground with my high heels on. Part of my brain registeres that it was a bad idea to put these shoes on, but the rest is desperatly concentrating on trying to reach the buggy. Just when I'm thinking in horror I won't be able to catch it in time, that the buggy will crash into a wall, a stranger appears and catches the buggy with my son in it easily and gently. I arrive at the buggy, rip Ben out of it and take him in a big hug, mumbling:"You are okay,...everythings alright,... I was so scared!"

"Are you alright?" asks the man behind me.

"Yes, thank you very much for saving my son! Thank you, thank you very much!" I said a little histarically.

"Okay. I think you better sit down for a while. I am going to grab you something to drink."

"You don't have to do this. I am alright..." I try to convince him but he cuts me off:"Just stay here. I'll be back in a minute." He turns around and walks away.

Maybe I am more hysteric than I thought.

I do what he told me and sit down on the next bench, Ben on my lab and the buggy beside me.

The stranger's really back in a minute with a cup of coffee. He hands it over and I give him a thankful look. 

"Feel better now?" he asks after I drank a sip out of the cup.

"Yes, thanks to you, again. What should I call you? Hero of my day?"

"If you want to" he chuckles, "but Archer will do it as well."

I really look at Archer now for the first time (before I was in a sort of a lunatic state) and realize that he is a gorgeous man, probably my age.

"And you are...?" Archer asks.

"Oh, sorry, I am Abigail" I say, blushing.

"So Abigail, it is a cute name by the way, it fits you." My face must be as red as a tomato.

"Anyway, I think you owe me a favor...would you like to go out with me tonight?"

That was...unexpected.

"I would really like to go out with you, but I have no one who could babysit Ben!"

It was the truth. It has been years that I was out with a man, because of Ben, as i said he is a fulltime job. The look on my face must have been desperate because he then offers that we can just go to a restaurant and grab something better to eat than ice-cream.

I was relieved. He didn't back off because of Ben, he even brought up a compromise.

I get the intention that maybe my life isn't that bad and probably is going to get much better...with Archer.

by Anabel B.

PS: Erstmal herzlichen Dank an Heni! Die hat die Story nämlich im Bio Unterricht nochmal auf Fehler geprüft und überarbeitet. ;)

Außerdem an Verena und Marlen, die beide Testleser der Short Story waren :*