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    A Mother's Burden
    A Mother's Burden
    A Mother's Burden
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    A Mother's Burden

    By Ellie Keys

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    Alyssa Bryant has led a life doing everything to live up to the Bryant name. The one thing that she always wanted was to be able to have raised the child of the man that she gave her heart to when she was younger. Her destiny wasn’t to have that child and she hasn’t been able to completely heal from that loss. She now has Marcus Graham in her life and loves everything about him. A part of her is holding back because of this secret that she is keeping; fearful of his reaction. Marcus Graham has been classified as a “momma’s boy” for most of his life. He’s had to step up and be the man of the house. His father was lost to them long ago. His mother, Antonia, has been his rock and shield all his life. The only problem is she is refusing to let go and allow him to lead his life. The man that he is has grown tired of that dynamic. Life gets fairly interesting when she meets the woman he believes he could spend the rest of his life with. Antonia refuses to let go of her belief that Alyssa is hiding something. Alyssa knows that Marcus’ mother doesn’t like her, but she also knows that she and Marcus were meant to be together. Everyone has secrets. It’s just that hers is one that might just knock their socks off. A chance encounter will bring on a whole new world of confusion that only a mother could explain.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLife in "E" motion
    Release dateFeb 4, 2015
    ISBN9781513049724
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      A Mother's Burden - Ellie Keys

      Prologue

      Antonia

      No. I am sick and tired of doing this with you.  It's the same argument.  The same conversation and I'm tired of it, my son, Marcus, growled at me as he quickly stood from my kitchen table and dropped his plate into the formerly spotless sink.

      Marc, honey, I don't know what you're getting so worked up over. If this thing with this girl is really something, then there is nothing that I could do to mess it up.  If she is having issues or some need ... I began as I watched my son's face contort into a mask of complete horror and possibly justified anger.

      Are. You. Fu ... serious?  You are actually questioning whether or not I'm serious about her or she's serious about me? I'm committed to this woman. I'm so committed to her that I was willing to subject her to your judgment.  I thought I was bringing the woman that I loved to meet the most amazing woman that I've ever known. I didn't know that I was meeting the cruel, nonobjective, conniving body double that sat with me and shredded the heart of the woman I plan to marry, he shook his head and turned his back on me. He took a few deep breaths then moved toward the back door.  I thought you would care enough to try.  I guess my expectations were far too high. The woman I have respected and adored, the woman that raised me decided to take a vacation.  I hoped you would see just how important she is to me since I wanted you to meet her.  Amazing just how wrong I was.

      Marcus, I didn't ... my words fell on deaf ears. 

      By the time I looked up to respond he was already on the other side of the back door.  Seconds later, I could hear the engine of his truck turn over.  Tears were threatening my eyes as I replayed our conversation. It hurt my heart to know that I'd hurt the most important person in my life. 

      My relationship with my son wasn't always so strained.  We weren't always like this.  We shared a mutual understanding of the dynamics of our relationship. He is my world and has been since his father passed away.  My loving, good natured son stepped in to fill the void in my life when my husband was taken from me.  Marcus kept busy so that I would have to keep busy.  Our relationship has never had a moment of strain.  Even the years that had me wondering if either of us would make it through as he tested the boundaries and found himself. Those years seemed to strengthen our relationship.  It made us who we are.  Never before have we ever been on such opposite ends of the spectrum. I, of course, place the blame squarely on the shoulders of the responsible party. It most definitely is not me.  The person responsible for our rift is Alyssa Bryant.  One whiff of that heifer and my son no longer thought with the brain that I taught him to use.  He decided the beast in his pants would be the ruler of all things when it came to that girl. 

      I know there is something more.  I just have a feeling. Until I know what it is, then I have no interest in welcoming her into my family or my life.  It is my duty, as a mother, to make sure that my son isn't making the biggest mistake of his life.  I am a mother and I take that role seriously.

      Being a mother is a never-ending job.  It is the one position that you can’t give your two-week notice for or walk away from without major repercussions.  It is the one job that will always affect not only you, but those who are surrounding you.  The ones that are impacted the most are mainly your children. 

      Being a mother is the one title that you never can completely walk away from.  You can upgrade by becoming a grandmother or a great grandmother, but you cannot ever be dismissed from being a mother.  It doesn’t matter if you have the child, give the child up for adoption, lose the child, your child disowns you, or heaven forbid your child passes away.  You will always be a mother.  That never changes.  It is a job that takes its toll on you.  You are in this ongoing battle not only with yourself, but the child you were charged to raise.  That child is yours and everything that comes with it.  You have your hopes and dreams for them and try to impart the entire positive of your life and the lessons you learned to them.  You take all of your negatives and share them with this child hoping that they don’t make your same mistakes.  In some cases, the child will go on to take a completely different path than you did.  In others, you have offspring that seem to follow, step for step, the footsteps you burned into the earth.

      I felt that the latter applied to my one and only child, Marcus.  My child and I have so many things in common. Marcus and I share a passion for reading. We both began reading novels at a young age.  Both of us write poetry and are fairly creative individuals.  We love art and have took many art based classes in high school.  Also, during our high school years we were both in the choir and the National Honors Society.  In college, we both chose to study architecture. The only major difference is that I am female and he is male.  He carries with him most of my family’s facial features and body structure.  The only things that I could see that weren’t mine, which he grabbed from his father, were his father’s height and his father’s eyes.  Marcus stands about a foot and a half over my five foot two frame. 

      He’d begun his climb to heights above my own at the age of fifteen.  Prior to age fifteen, he’d used me to measure his growth.  After that age, he began measuring himself by how much taller he was than me, considering the fact that I never remarried and no one was ever worthy of sharing the same space as the two of us that was his only way of keeping track.  The height and his grey eyes were the only major differences that set the two of us apart.

      I used to worry about what traits Marcus would inherit from his father; the man who shared the same name as my son.  I didn’t want to have to train myself not to feel sick or uneasy when looking at my child, but it was something that I had to do.  His father was the love of my life and I missed him terribly.  I didn’t deem anyone else worthy of my time because I had my son to care for.  The truth was that no one would ever take the place of Marcus Sr. in my heart.  I could feel my breath catch at the recollection of Marcus Kendrick Graham, Sr.  Kenny was his nickname. 

      Kenny was the kindest man my path had the pleasure of ever crossing.  He was gentle and loving.  Greatness exuded from his very being.  The day he died was a day of heartache and a day of greatest joy for me.  I was in the hospital delivering our only child, worrying about the whereabouts of my husband.  Marcus was not like most men when it came to dealing with becoming a father.  He was the man who was thrilled to be bringing a child into the world and would not have missed his son’s birth if it was in his power to not do so.  I knew something was off when I’d been in the hospital for over 12 hours alone with both of our mothers.  His mother

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