the kernel of an idea.

you hear stories about young girls getting pregnant and their mothers sending them away to have the baby quietly and then raising them together as siblings. this is more of an old fashioned practice, before the era of Teen Mom and what not… Wikipedia informs me that this is what happened with Jack Nicholson:

Nicholson was brought up believing that his maternal grandparents, John Joseph Nicholson (a department store window dresser inManasquan, New Jersey) and Ethel May (née Rhoads, a hairdresser, beautician and amateur artist in Manasquan), were his parents. Nicholson only discovered that his “parents” were actually his grandparents and his “sister” was his mother in 1974, after a journalist for TIME magazine who was doing a feature on Nicholson informed him of the fact.[11] By this time, both his mother and grandmother had died (in 1963 and 1970, respectively).

what if the situation was flipped? a divorced older woman, in her late 40s or early 50s, already a mother to a grown daughter, that realizes she is very unexpectedly pregnant? facing a health crisis, she went out to drink her sorrows away and had a one night stand and to her surprise, she’s now due in 8 months… with a life expectancy of only 12 months.

i think it’d be an interesting story to have the mother hide her pregnancy from everyone but her 22 year old daughter and then as her ‘final wish’, ask that her daughter raise the child as her own. not let on to anyone that it wasn’t really her child; not burden the baby with being an orphan; never let the child know that they’re really siblings, not mother and son.

is that already a story? or should I be writing that story?

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