If he could change the way things are he’s not sure he would. The child is the only thing that kept her from becoming a statistic in a lifetime worth of studies.
She was 17 when she chose and in the back of her mind she knew. After that it all just kind of…happened. She never thinks about what her life could have been like. She’s not sad but she’s not happy. She doesn’t know what happy is and if this is it then so what?
She knows she’s a good mother. Her mother was a good mother and she was a melancholy child. Her son is melancholy (for a boy) and she isn’t sure whether to be relieved or concerned. Despite everything she likes herself and figures that if he turns out like her it could be worse.
She does what she has to. Doesn’t everyone?
Are there people who can do anything they choose? How do they choose? Maybe she would have been successful in a meaningless career. Maybe she’d have lived a glamorous life: traveling the world and making friends with names even she could barely pronounce. Maybe she’d only come home for holidays and send her family postcards on their birthdays. Maybe she’d be lonely.
He picks his nephew up on Sundays so she can rest.
He only sings happy songs, even if the child is sleeping.
In a few years, the child will know he was never part of anyone’s dream but at least he’ll never have to realize the dream didn’t come true.