Adopting Hollywood

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GOODBYE LIFE I KNEW

“Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.”

― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

     "What do you mean I'm going home?" I shout as fury and confusion linger in my voice. I jump from my seat at the table and begin walking back and forth in the small space left in the room, being careful not to step on the broken glass.

    "I am home! 'Your real ones', what does that even mean?" I shout looking to my mother for an explanation but she looks away from me to focus on the floor instead. I want to throw something, anything, in my anger as it rages inside of me, driving me to a point of insanity. "I can't breathe." I gasp as I fan my face.

    "Honey, you've always known that you were adopted." My father acknowledges, looking me dead in the eyes.

    "So?" I shout. "When you give up your baby for adoption that clearly means you don't want them. You don't come back in what, eighteen years and take them back!" I shriek, clenching my fist tight as tears form in my eyes as the words leave my mouth.

    Why me? Why now? Who are these people and how could they just rip me away from my life? I should be the one to find them.

    "We just wanted a baby." My mother whispers and I slowly allow my gaze to meet her face, and I regret it.

    "When we got you, we were so happy. You were such a beautiful baby; we couldn't wait to start our family." My mother's tears slowly fall to her cheeks as her sob escapes.

    "One day, we got a package in the mail. There was money, a hospital bracelet, and a baby cap. There was a letter too." My father explains, standing from the table and making his way over to the fridge. He stands on the tips of his toes and pulls a sheet out from underneath the cabinet. It must have been taped there. He comes back to the table gesturing for me to sit down again. When I do, he does the same then slowly hands me the sheet of paper.

    'Dear Mr and Mrs Richards,

    Thank you.

    My boyfriend and I were not ready for this amazing gift. We're still young and idiots. We have no idea what the next step is in our future, let alone a baby. I wish...no.

    Never mind that, just know that we thank you dearly. It wasn't easy to give her up. She’s the best thing that’s ever come out way. It was so hard. Call me a bad mother or my partner a bad father, but  we just want what's best for her.

    And that's just not us, yet.

    We've been so busy with work and everything else that there's no time to raise her properly. We will be helping you along the way with this whenever we can so that Natalia can have the best.

    Thank you for doing this. We'll talk again later.

    Sincerely,

    Sherry Carnes and Theo Bauman'   

      My eyes widen at the names. Sherry and Theo Bauman? The Sherry and Theo Bauman?

    I'm a Bauman!