The woman who gives birth to a child, regardless of whether it is she who raises it.
This is my list of things to worry about before I pick up the receiver and dial one of the six possible numbers in front of me.
Am I bothering her?
Does she think of me everyday like I think of her?
Do I look like her?
Is she afraid I will want something from her?
Do I want something from her?
Is she alive?
Is she dead?
Does she regret giving me up?
Does she just want to be left alone?
Does she have a family of her own now?
Did she really go to art school?
Can we be friends?
Will she talk to me?
Will she answer all of these ridiculous questions?
Will she let me meet her?
Do I have any sisters and brothers?
Am I a secret?
Has she been looking for me?
What do I say? "Are you my mommy?"
Can I do this?
Why am I scared?
Will she hang up?
Will she run?
Can she just give me a few minutes?