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As hard as I try but even till today this particular scene does not seem to leave my mind and I just don’t know why. There is an outburst of emotion when I think back to this day and in fact that very moment.

I remember about two summers ago, I was standing in the park right after my evening walk and I could not help but notice a little girl perhaps between the ages of 5-7 years old holding on tight to her mother’s hand near the pond. After about 20 minutes or so, a woman wearing a sharp black suit with a white-collared blouse showed up holding a briefcase in her right hand heading towards the little girl and her mother. After observing the situation closely for a while, I noticed that the lady shook the mother’s hand and started to do what she had to do next.

As I watched on with horror, I could not believe what I was seeing before my eyes. All I could hear was “Mommy No! No! Mommy pleases…No! Please…please. I don’t want to go. Don’t leave me. don’t go away….please don’t let her take me……..I will do everything you say……No, no….I don’t want to go. Please don’t let me go……..” kept crying the girl. These were the exact words she kept repeating for at least a half an hour and my heart just kept sinking. I ran and sat myself down on a nearby park bench just appalled to see what was happening and kept crying uncontrollably. I felt helpless and extremely saddened at the entire situation just wishing, praying I could do something to help but to no avail.

The adoption papers had already been submitted by the mother of the little girl and today would have been the last time she would be seeing her mother. The whole thing was deeply saddening and frustrating to watch. The only question that kept revolving in my mind was how and why would the mother do this. How could you just allow your flesh and blood to leave you screaming and yelping like that right before your very eyes? Personally, I would have to place a stone on my heart and think twice before I could even think of doing such a thing.

After much struggle, the mother managed to let go of her crying daughter’s hand and placed it into the hands of the lady that was there to escort her back to her car that was there in the parking lot. Finally the little girl’s mother waived goodbye one last time before she ended up turning her back towards both the lady and her daughter and headed towards home.

Whenever I think back to that day, I sink my face in my pillow and cry at night like a little baby. It was as if my eyes had taken a videotaping of the entire scene and played it again and again in my mind that very day. And today whenever I step foot in that park, I can’t help but visualize that entire scene all over again as if it all happened just moments ago. I still wish I could have done something or said something to help but it was just too late. It is often that, that little girl comes to mind and I think of where she may be right now and what she must be doing. And whether her mother calls her or thinks of her at all. But the same question keeps coming to mind and that is…why? Why would she do such a thing? How could she just let her go like that? It was as if the little girl has totally helpless and had no say in all that was going on in front of her.

I am sure one day the mother of this little girl will sit down and think about why she did what she did, how she will answer to God at the end of the day and whether she did the right thing or not. I wonder if there would have been or still is any guilt inside her heart for how she just gave her daughter up this way.

And I don’t think this scene will ever fail to leave my mind today nor ever!