It was hazy and moving all over the place from the perspective of a 10-year-old. I was hauled to Sis Betty's office, the head sister of this institution, as she prepared paperwork that needed to be signed. As the man in front of me carefully filled out the last page and signed it, I peeked to see what he had done.
Magnus Diem.
The man rose, kissed me on the forehead, and informed me.
"I'll see you in eight years, pet."
I follow him and his aide as they lead me to their big, black car; as the car moves, it drags me into the metropolis where I see tall buildings. I'm somewhat afraid and the driver of the car doesn't say anything to me, but he has a pleasant face, so I try not to be.
"Welcome home, miss"
When the man unlocked the car, I could see a modest property with a garden and pool from where the car was parked.
"I am a boy."
I spoke. He simply smiles, and when I go to the house, a motherly-looking woman is there.
"This is Isa, your caregiver; she will be with you at all times, whether you are at school, the mall, or elsewhere."
I had a look about the house before the man showed me to my room, which was plain but roomy and contained all of my new clothes, my size-appropriate shoes, and my interests in things.
"You should prepare for class tomorrow, Miss."
"I'm not a girl; I'm a boy, sir, and where is the sir who was going to adopt me earlier? Why am I in another place where he isn't?"
The man is quite direct and not pleasant to me like the man I met earlier, and I'm about to cry when he says
"Enjoy your abundant youth for the now; explanations in eight years."
I cried quietly after the man went away since I used to cry in my sleep. I know I voiced like a girl, but it doesn't imply I am a girl. At the orphanage, I'm used to being alone and strange.
In exactly one month, I will turn eighteen and reach the legal age. Eight years go by in the speed of a wind. Finally, I was able to relocate and live my life without worrying about any black guys lurking nearby.
"Isa, you guys were right, the dude was right"
I told Isa as I glanced at myself in the mirror that I had transformed into a small young man with shoulder-length waves who resembled a full-grown teenager woman.
They say that boys grow to their voices, but mine doesn't. Recall the man I was looking for eight years ago? It turned out that he owns the orphanage and is a well-known figure, but I can't tell that I knew him because I don't even know the person with whom I was just speaking at the time I was a child.
"You are eighteen next month; you see why I have been preparing you for this and looking after you all these years,"
Isa has taken fantastic care of me; she manages to prepare meals for me and comforts me when I'm missing something. I can't forget him since he sends me gifts on certain occasions and has been writing me letters since I was ten years old.
When Leroy arrived with assistance, he interrupted me and Isa's conversation. I recognized him because he had been the one bringing gifts and messages. As his aide, he is equally well known.
"Get yourself ready Miss."
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