Mr. Horse

Chapter One

On August 23, 1998, I was born. I was supposed to be born four months later, but I decided it was a good idea to come out of the womb after hanging out (in) for five months. I had to spend four months in the hospital after I was born, I was tied down to a metal slab and a plastic tube was inserted my arm. I now have a scar of 16 stitches to show off of my awesome first surgery.
I was born to young parents. My father, Atticus was 25 when he impregnated my mother, Natalie who was 23. They must have been filled with happiness and joy to witness the birth of their first child. Mother was very worried though.. I would stop breathing when I fell asleep so I had to use an oxygen tank.
We lived happily in a small house in Lyon, France. I was always happy, Mother and father were always smiling and laughing. They were very famous in our town. People paid them $60 (55.19 Euro) to clean their houses, we were pretty wealthy. Everyone was beaming with joy.
When it was winter we would build snowmen! Oh, how fun that was. Well... I would watch them build snowmen from inside since my lungs weren't strong enough. I spent my first three years in a very clean and safe neighborhood.
I felt safe until I was three years old.. That's when the worst thing possible happened. My parents drove me to a park for the first time. They let me play and admire the playground. I was absolutely astonished. It was so beautiful, the grass and trees were so green, there were flowers everywhere. The flowers were in all these wild colors that I've never imagined being on the skin of the petals. Pink, blue,red, yellow, orange, and purple!
I was so mesmerized by the splashes of colors, the music of the birds, and the laughing and giggling of the other children that I didn't notice my parents walking away. They drove off, they abandoned me. I didn't know what to do or say, I was never prepared for this situation. All I could do was cry and scream until this man came up to me and asked me what was wrong.
"Ma mère et mon père sont partis!" (My mother and my father are gone!) I shouted and continued sobbing.
"Je vais vous aider à les trouver. où sont-ils allés?" (I'll help you find them. Where did they go?) He asked.
I shrugged. He stayed silent for a moment. He picked me up and told me to stay calm, he took me to his car. I started feeling sleepy so when I was buckled up, I closed my eyes and drifted off. I woke up to music, the man was still driving. We were on a freeway. He looked through the rear view mirror and looked at me.
"Vous êtes enfin réveillé! Comment allez-vous?" (You are finally awake! How are you?) He asked happily.
"Bien" (Good) I answered while yawning.
I stared out the window until a few minutes later we pulled up to this big building. He helped me out of the car and we started walking to the entrance. When we walked inside there were colorful pictures of animals and the walls were painted bright blue. The man looked at me and said "Je m'appelle Pierre Duris. Quel est votre nom?" (My name is Pierre Duris. What is your name?)
"Thomas Bianchini" I answered.
He smiled and started asking the basic questions like "When is your birthday?" "How old are you?" etc..
He was filling out this sheet of paper and writing my answers in these blanks. When he finished, he gave his pen and paper to the woman at the desk. She told him to take me to the psychiatrist.
The psychiatrist observed me and asked me questions. He told me to wait in the room while he talked to Pierre outside. I didn't know what they were talking about, I started playing with some toys that were in the room.
A few minutes later Pierre and the psychiatrist came in and told me to follow them. They led me to this other side of the building. There were so many children who were younger and older than me. We were walking to a bedroom which had four beds in it. The other kids that were staying in this room were females. I didn't like them, they were annoying and always tried dressing me up. They were older too. Marisa was five, Chloe was eight, and Abigail was ten.
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I was in a foster home. I would be staying here for the next nine months until my new mother and father came. They seemed nice. Their names were Martha and Dante. The reason they wanted to adopt was simple. Martha didn't want to go through the pain of birthing babies. I didn't understand what adopting and birthing was. All I knew was that I would be getting new parents.