I wiped my tears away and walked to the dining room, where my mother sat patiently waiting. Next to her was a plate with green beans, steak, and mash potatoes: The one meal she would always feed me when I was upset.
I sat down beside and stuck a green bean with my fork. she watched me with a tear slowly descending down her cheek. This was the last time she was going to make this meal for me. As I thought that, we heard a knock on the door, and my mother burst into tears.
My father opened the black, wooden door to see a man with a brief case and...wait, he looked a lot like a man my parents used to have over our house all the time.
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I was 9 and my parents invited this man over for dinner, like they always did. I didn't know who he was but he had a mustache as big as my face and he never smiled.
He didn't seem to like me; every time he looked at me, he gritted his teeth and looked away. I don't know what I did and I still don't know.
I would watch him eat dinner with my parents from the stair case. When he left, I would ask who he was but they just pretended like they didn't here me.
They finally told me when I was 10 that he was the man that took Nicolas to "school" and that he would soon come for me.
*******
He walked in, sat down, and opened his brown briefcase. Inside, there was a picture of me, paperwork for ME, and pictures of families. Am I going to choose my family?
"Sir, what is your name?" My father asked as he shut the door.
The man didn't answer and my dad just sat down.
"I'm here to talk to you about...her," the mystery man seemed to have forgotten my name, not like he cares anyway, "she must choose a family to live with until she may not live there anymore."
"Excuse me," I said, "where will I go when I can't live with that family again?" This was a question I needed to know.
"Oh, you will go to the Fallen Territory."
What the heck is the Fallen Territory? Whatever it was, I don't want to go there and I don't plan on going.
"Please pick a family, Cara."
I scrolled through the photos of people and found to families I thought would be perfect for me: one family had a young daughter, a mom holding a paintbrush and a dad holding a football, I thought that was a good family. the other family had a younger boy, a mother with a briefcase, assuming she was a lawyer, and a dad holding a guitar.
"I like this family." I pointed to the one with the little girl and so on.
"Ah, yes. You will like that family," he still didn't smile even though he said something so nice. "Please go pack your bags and I will notify the family now."
I never noticed my parents reaction during this process but when I stood up, I could see they were both in tears.
When I came out to the dining room, I only had 2 bags and a backpack. I thought I was only going to need clothes, books, bathroom stuff, and my art stuff. But most importantly, the scrapbook of my family pictures until today.
"Will I ever be able to see my family again?" I glanced at my family and back at the man.
"No," he said and a tear fell from my eye and onto the floor.
I can't believe this is the last time I will see my family, but I plan on coming back.
"Come on, it is time to go." He said, staring outside at his black car.
"Goodbye mom, good bye dad." I said as tears poured out of all of our eyes.
"We love you!" My mother cried to me.
Elanie came running in and gave me a giant hug. "I'll miss you Cara."
"I'll miss you too."
I walked to the door and the man said to everyone, "my name is Mr. Angecourt." He slammed the door shut and told me to get in the car.
That was it, I was never going to see my family again, or so they thought.
