The suspicious look the nurse gives me before collecting my hair piece for the DNA test makes me question my actions.
Do I really want to do this? What if I find out that Sammy is my son? What will be my next line of action? To go take him away from them and cause chaos in George's family, or to start loving him from afar?
I wince. None of them sounds like a reasonable thing a mother would do.
"Alright, you need to sign here and we will be done."
"When can I come for the result?"
"That will be in a week's time," the nurse assures me with a curt nod.
I drag my heavy feet out of the hospital. I can't believe my craziness has gotten to the point of thinking that someone else's son is mine just because I lost mine. What's even crazier? Being nervous while waiting for the result.
