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The boy wakes up to the sound of his mother groaning. He approaches her bedside. Mum, are you in pain?

A Miracle Didn’t Happen Tanya left the maternity ward with her son. There was no miracle—her parents didn’t come to meet her. The spring sun was shining, she wrapped herself up in her now-loose jacket, grabbed the bag of clothes and documents with one hand, settled her baby comfortably with the other, and set off. She didn’t know where she was going. Her parents had flatly refused to let her bring the baby home; her mother insisted she give the child up for adoption. But Tanya had grown up in care herself—her own mother had given her up—and she had vowed never to do the same to her child, whatever it might cost. She’d been adopted by a loving couple, who spoiled her a little and never taught her independence, and they weren’t wealthy, often unwell. Tanya accepted that it was her own fault her son had no father; only now did she realise it. Her boyfriend had seemed solid, promised to introduce her to his parents, but at news of her pregnancy he said he wasn’t ready for nappies yet, walked away, stopped answering his phone—probably blocked her number. Tanya sighed. “None of them are ready—not the father, not my parents. But I’ll take responsibility for my son.” She sat on a bench, soaking up the sun. Where could she go? She’d heard about centres for single mothers, but felt embarrassed asking for an address, hoping her parents would change their minds and turn up. They didn’t. So Tanya decided on her plan—to go to some village to see her gran, who would surely take her in. Tanya would help with the garden while she had child benefits, then get a job. She was sure she’d be lucky. She just needed to check on her phone where buses left for the villages. After all, grannies were always kind, surely she’d have some luck. Adjusting her sleeping son, she pulled out her battered phone and nearly stepped into traffic. The driver—a tall, grey-haired man—jumped out and yelled at Tanya for not watching where she was going, almost killing herself and the child, and threatening to send him to prison for life if he hit them. Frightened to tears, Tanya started sobbing; the baby woke and cried too. The man softened, asking where she and the baby were going; Tanya admitted, through tears, she didn’t know. He said, “Well, get in the cab. Come home with me, we’ll get you settled and figure things out. Come on, don’t stand about, your baby’s wailing. I’m Konstantin Gregory, by the way—what’s your name?” “I’m Tanya.” “Tanya, get in, let me help you.” He took mother and baby to his large three-bedroom flat, gave them a room to settle, bought all the baby supplies she needed (refusing her money, as he had “no one to spend it on”), fetched his neighbour—an NHS doctor—who made a long shopping list. Coming home, he found Tanya asleep, sitting up, the baby awake beside her. He picked up the baby so Tanya could rest. When Tanya woke and couldn’t find her son, she panicked, but Konstantin returned with the baby, smiling, explaining he just wanted her to nap. He showed her the supplies, explained their kind neighbour would later show her how to bathe the baby and would call the GP for a home visit. Next, he talked to her. “You’re not going off to any village to find some granny. Stay here—plenty of room, and I’d love the company. I’m a widower, no children or grandchildren, on a pension and still working. I’m terribly lonely and would be grateful for some family at last. —Did you ever have children? —I did, Tanya. I worked away for months at a time. My son was at university, met a girl, and they were engaged—she was pregnant. They waited for me to return so we could have the wedding. But my son loved motorbikes, and died in a crash just before I got home. My wife became very ill; in all that, I lost track of my son’s fiancée and the baby she was expecting, though I still have her photo. However much I searched, I never found her. So, Tanya, please stay—you’d be helping me as much as yourself. By the way, what have you named your son?” “I’m not sure why, but I wanted to name him Saveliy. I just like the name, even if it’s not popular.” “Saveliy? Tanya, that was my son’s name! I never told you…it must be fate, you’ve made this old man so happy. So, will you stay?” “Gladly. I grew up in care, was adopted, but my adoptive parents won’t take in my son, so no one came to get me. If not for them, who knows where I’d have ended up—but I got my NVQ and always had food on the table. Though, I could have had a council flat after care. My birth mum abandoned me at the orphanage gates, leaving only a necklace with a locket in my blanket.” “Well, go get changed, I bought you clothes, and let’s see to the baby and some chores. We need to clean the baby’s bath—our neighbour will show you how to bathe him. And you need to eat well, keep your milk up.” When Tanya came out wearing her new clothes, Konstantin Gregory noticed her necklace and asked if it was the one her mum left her. She said yes, and showed him the locket. The floor spun beneath him—if not for Tanya, he would have collapsed. Recovering, he asked to see the locket—and if she’d ever opened it. She said there were no clasps. He explained he’d had that locket specially made for his son, and knew how to open it. He showed her; the locket split in two, and inside was a small lock of hair. “That’s my son’s hair, I put it in myself. That means…you’re my granddaughter! This was meant to be!” “Let’s do a DNA test, just to be sure,” said Tanya. “No need, you’re my granddaughter, that’s my great-grandson, and we’ll hear no more about it. You even have your father’s features—I kept thinking you looked familiar. I even have a photo of your mum—would you like to see your parents?” Author: Sophie Corral

No Miracles Today Sophie stepped out of the maternity ward with her son bundled up in her arms.

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Take a Look Around You!

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The Second Child – It’s a Son!

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My husband bolted off to Spain with another woman. What Mary managed to build on her own for their two