High and Low
When Tracey was 15 years old she had a brief affair with Fred.
Her parents forbade her to continue but later when the bump became visible, it was already too late to do anything.
They took her out of school for a term, pretexting illness, and she gave birth prematurely to a beautiful boy in a small private clinic, well away from home.
She was denied the right to hold him in her arms or give him a name.
Look closely and you’ll see the tracks of my tears.
My name is Stan and today I’m finally hugging my Mum.
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