Chapter Two: Family Reunion.

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It had been years since I last saw my mother. I missed her and she missed me. Phone calls just weren't cutting it anymore so therefore the carers and Samaritans house boss began setting up visitation with my mum.

But first things first we had to organise flights and book the motel she would be staying at during her visit. My mother would be flying directly from South Australia to Taree, New South Wales. Eventually it was all put together and we had set a date and then had set a plan in motion.

Time passes us by so quickly and before our very eyes the most exhilarating yet so electrifying day of my life had finally arrived. It was the day that I would get to see a certain familiar face I hadn't seen for a very long time. My carer had left in the white to go collect my mother from the airport, leaving me back at the house to eagerly wait for the arrival of my mother who I had not seen in a few years. I would be pacing back and forth impatiently waiting, looking out the windows constantly every five seconds. Time had passed by and one final sweep of looking outside and there it was, the white van that had left to go pick up my mother from the airport. I wasted no time, I sped off racing out the back door, swinging the back-screen door sending it flying open with a twelve-year-old boy racing out it, I was gone, out of here. I ran up to my mother with open arms before I knew it, I was in my mother's arms, I did not want to let her go. I just wanted to cry considering that it had been like five or six years since we had seen each other so a reunion was long overdue. I had never smiled so much to the point that my face had hurt but the smile was the purest thing you would ever want to see on a twelve year old child's face after they had just been freshly reunited with their mother whom you weren't allowed to see due to their deadbeat father refusing the rights to allowing their son to see their mother not only that but my mother had been in South Australia and my father had fled Adelaide, South Australia with their at the time six year old child. Before we knew it, our time was up and my mum had to leave to go back to South Australia and I remember that the day she had to leave was the saddest of times. I cried like a baby coming home from the airport.

By the next day I had realised and understood that it would not be much of a long wait before I got to see my mother again, and I could not wait until I saw her again. While I had waited passing each day as they had come, taking each day slow and pursuing my day to day life as per usual.

Considering I was living in New South Wales Year 6 in Primary School had been my final year in primary school so therefore Year 7 had been my first year of high school and trust me when I say that school in general for me just was not for me, but no matter whether I loved it or hated it I still had to participate in school even if I wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed and didn't fit in. I was always the odd one out. Friendships and relationships for me were incredibly hard and none usually ever would last, I would always end up being the lonely child who would get bullied nonstop and hated upon like no tomorrow. Some days I'd refuse to get out of bed or I would refuse to go to school.

I had received some very enlivening news about my next visit from my mother. Turns out that the next visit she wouldn't be coming alone this time, she was bringing a plus one, another familiar face whom I hadn't seen for the same amount of years I had not seen my mother for. The next visit had been approaching us sooner than we could ever think and this time my mother had asked my sister to join her in seeing me. So, all this made me so electrified, I literally was jumping over the moon and was on cloud nine.

***Little Quick Backstory****

My dad would only allow phone calls and if I ever breathed a word about wanting to see mum when I was on the phone to her. Dad would not be happy and he would take away one of my privileges as a punishment to learn whatever the lesson was that he was trying to teach me.

These moments were truly the happiest and most exhilarating moments of my life, being able to be reunited with family whom you had not seen in years and being able to spend 1:1 quality time with these beautiful human souls.

These carers (the female ones) did all that they could to make me happy, all they had wanted was for me to have the best life possible. And I thank them for all and everything that they did for me, going out of their way and taking the time out of their days to make sure I had the best life seeing as I came into the Department of Child Protection's care from a literal hell.

The times that my mother would come to visit me from South Australia went by so briskly which I had wished they went by slowly and efficiently. In such short but brisk times that we had together we managed to make the most of our time together, making endless memories. We had cherished and savored every single moment and memory made together so that we would never ever forget the time that we had reunited. I absolutely loved every single moment mum and I had spent together. I would not ever trade the memories made for anything else in this not so perfect little world.

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