Cale couldn’t believe it; he had finally found his mom, after years of searching. He had been searching for her for so long and now it was over.
It had all started when he was three, when his mother, at least the people at the orphanage thought it was his mother, dropped him off without an explanation, just handed them a note telling them to give it to him when he was older. She said only one more thing, on her way out the door she turned and said, “His name is Cale.”
From then on he had been raised in that orphanage, known as Cale and nothing else, because the women who had dropped him off had left no last name. Now fast forward to his 13th birthday, though technically if it was his real birthday or not, no one knew. Unlike most children who spend it with their real family, Cale spent it with the ladies who worked at the orphanage who had become more to him then his real mother. It was this day they decided to give him the letter that had been left for him nearly 10 years before.
When he read it, he felt nothing. In the letter, his real mom talked about how much she loved him and that she hated having to give him up. It didn’t faze him at all; he believed that if she truly loved him she would have done anything to keep him. He would have crumpled it up if it wouldn’t have been for the name at the bottom.
He thought to himself, “This is my chance, my chance to get answers to questions I’ve wondered about my entire life.”
When he was older, he moved out of the orphanage. He had no job, no home, nothing, but he felt that he would have a better chance of finding his mother if he was on his own. So two weeks after his 16th birthday he moved out of the orphanage and on to the streets, a homeless teenager on a search for the mother that he couldn’t remember.
Cale knew the search wasn’t going to be easy, all he had was name. And he couldn’t even guarantee that, that was going to help him because who knows if she had stayed or if she had lived here at all.
He started out just asking around to people he knew hoping maybe they knew his mother and where he could find her, but no luck. So he started going up to people that he didn’t know and asking them, but still no luck. After six months of this process he was afraid that he was never going to find his mother, but then his luck finally changed. He found somebody that didn’t know her personally, but knew somebody that could possibly help.
When he reached the address that the women had given him, he knocked on the door and thought to himself, “I hope this turns out like I hope.”
A tall man opened the door and let him in the house with a greeting of, “Hello, I was expecting you,” and a smile.
Cale was led into a den-like room, and the man gestured for him to sit down, so he did. He wasted no time, “Can you tell me where I can find my mother?”
The man smiled gently, “Yes, I can.”
“Where is she, does she still live around here?”
“I will answer your questions, but first I would like to get to know you.”
“Why do want to know me? I don’t even know who you are; I just want you to tell me where I can find my mother.”
“In due time, but what’s the rush?”
“Fine, if it will get you to tell me about my mother I will tell you what you want to know about me.”
“Just tell me about yourself.”
“Well, my mom abandoned me when I was three, then I was raised in an orphanage for the rest of my life. I found out my real mom’s name through a letter she left with me, that I read when I was thirteen. I’ve been looking for her ever since, but when I turned 16 I really started searching hard for her, because I moved out of the orphanage and was able to do a lot more sleuthing. However, on the down side I’ve been homeless the last six months. Is that good enough, will you tell me about my mother now, or would you like to hear more of my uplifting life story.”
“Ok I’ll tell you, I can’t be sure where she is right now, she and I have sort of lost touch, but I do know that this Saturday she is getting married in the church on Elm Street.”
Cale quickly thanked the man, and then started thinking about his idea for Saturday, what he had been planning all along. He didn’t just want to meet his mother, he wanted to exact his revenge, and get her out of his mind once and for all.
When Saturday arrived, it was a nice, cool March day. Cale had decided that he would allow his mother to have her wedding, but once everyone was at the reception, he would crash the party.
He snuck into the building, not making a sound. Cale listened for sounds coming from the rooms, trying to figure out where in the building the reception was being held. After a few minutes he identified party-like noises coming from a room down the hall and slowly made his way to the door.
When he reached the door, he reached into his pocket and pulled out what he had brought with him, the item he was going to use to carry out his revenge. He pushed open the door and walked into the room. The guests immediately saw what he had in his hand and started to freak out, but he didn’t care his focus was on one person: his mother.
When he reached the head table, and she saw him, she turned white like she had seen a ghost, “C…C…Cale.”
He said only two words, “Congratulations, mom,” and then he put the gun that he carried to his head and pulled the trigger.