One and Half Mother

Chapter 7 New York City had changed a lot in those eleven years. Ellen came outside of JFK airport and was astounded to see the advancement of the gigantic city. While traveling toward home in a taxi, she was contemplating the vast contrasts she saw in New York. Ellen perceived the East River, which was the main thing that stayed unaltered since her adolescence. “Still Dirty.” The cab driver smiled looking at the stream after hearing her whispering. Aileach looked old now among new neighboring structures. Ellen felt the large cabin in her memories contracted to a little one. She felt nobody was living in the home while walking inside. The pool had turned into a junk pit before Aileach and the lawn practically obliterated, and the mud was visible on the ground. She felt a lousy vibe while entering the compound. It was not the way it was in her fantasy. She progressed toward the home and saw a cutting-edge sports automobile going out of the house with a terrible exhaust noise. Ell...

Chapter 6 This was the first night Ellen was going to spend alone in the twenty-five years of her life. She hadn’t slept alone in New York or Moses. She shut her eyes tight. She heard the ticking noise of the clock hanging in her corridor. She was frightened by sheer loneliness. Ellen heard strides of somebody moving toward her home from the street. She listened to the suppressed weep of a woman along with the sound of footsteps. Ellen perceived the noise of gravel being dragged under those feet. She held her breath with dread. She heard someone running away from there, followed by the loud crying sound of an infant. For a few moments, Ellen thought somebody with a child was outside, yet the infant continued crying loudly. Ellen turned the lights on and rushed out; she saw a three to four-month-old baby boy in a flower basket. Someone had kept him in front of Ellen’s house and fled. Maybe his parents were waiting for Ellen to open her cafeteria and stay in it so that they could...