TWO MOTHERS

THE LAWYER

Zahra and Amara sat in a small office.

The lawyer was an old man with glasses.

Show me the papers, he said.

Amara gave him the envelope. He read slow.

Dr. Kalu’s confession. Payment slip. Date.

He looked up. This is strong proof.

Zahra leaned forward. Can we open the case?

Yes, the lawyer said. We can ask the court for records.

We can also find your real family.

Amara covered her face. I’m scared.

The lawyer shook his head. Truth is better than fear.

Zahra’s voice was firm. Do it. Today.

I need your ID. And the baby hospital name.

Zahra gave him both. The hospital was St. Mary’s.

The lawyer wrote it down. Good. I will file this week.

It may take time. But we have a case now.

Zahra stood up. Thank you.

Amara followed her. Outside, Zahra stopped.

If I have a real mother out there... I need to meet her.

The lawyer nodded. Then we find her.

The truth was finally moving.The office was quiet.

Zahra’s hands were in her lap.

The lawyer’s words felt real.

`We will look for records,` he said.

`We will ask questions.`

Amara wiped her eyes.

`I want to help,` she said.

Zahra nodded once.

`Then help me find her.`

She meant her real mother.

The lawyer smiled.

`I will try my best.`

Zahra stood tall.

For the first time, she had hope