Chapter 3
“I guess it's going to have to hurt, I guess I'm going to have to cry, And let go of some things I've loved to get to the other side
I guess it's going to break me down, Like falling when you try to fly,
Sad but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life starts with goodbye”
― Carrie Underwood
“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy look! It’s a flower.” A small girl in a yellow dress said, holding up a wilted dandelion with the white-fluffy part gone.
“Ava and I found it. Look, there’s a lot more!” Another girl, who looked to be a year older than the one in the yellow dress, said.
“Thats nice, sweetie” an older version of the small girls said with a forced
smile. “Now, why don’t you go pick some more. Missy can you come here, please.”
“Okay!” The girl in the yellow dress called out running back out into the field to get more flowers, while the other girl, Missy, stayed by her mom.”
As the little girl ran off to get some more dandelions, the mother sat on a eccentric wooden bench, which looked as if it would break at any second, just outside the city park.
“I’m so sorry, sweetie. I wish I didn’t have to do this, but I have to. I’m sorry, but with the way life is going I can’t afford to feed another child. Take care little one, take care.” The mother said, looking at the little girl talking to the birds that were pricked up in a rustic willow tree, with a hand full of weeds.
“Mommy, what are you talking about?” Missy asked.
“It’s nothing, now lets go.”
“What about Ava.”
“She’s going to stay here.”
“Wha.....”
“MISSY, I said lets go!”
“Oh, okay.” Missy said, looking back at her younger sister.
“Sorry, I wish I didn’t have to, but just be lucky I’m not leaving you! ” The mother said once more, and with that the mother and Missy got up off the bench and walked out the black metal gate.”
A few moments after the mother left, the little girl ran back to the bench where she saw her mother last.
“Mommy, Mommy? Mom. Mom? Mommy?! MOMMY!”
Jumping out of bed with a cold sweat, I was shocked with what I just dreamt. That was real, that is what actually happened to me. Yes, my mother left me at the park. She wanted to get rid of me so she could afford to feed my many brothers and sisters. She was a single parent, she couldn’t do it. She wasn’t the most avarice person in the world , but I’m not mad at her though. She had to do what she had to do, but she could have at least dropped my off somewhere! I stayed in that park for two days, until a local bureaucracyfound me and took my to the home.
Looking over to my nightstand to see what time it was, I noticed that it was 12:04. My birthday. The day that I have dreading had arrived, today is the day I turn 18. You maybe thinking that being 18 is no big deal but it is, I have to move out. Yes, I have to move out. The only reason why I have to move out is because of the state, the state won't let anyone over 18 live in a orphanage. I have to move out the place I called home for 10 years, the place Caleb calls home.
