"Mrs. Warwick, what is this funny little envelope?" I asked.
"Probably just junk Dadre, throw it out."
"But ma'am, it has my name on it." I told her.
"Hold on, just bring it here and we can all look at it together," she said with a worried expression, "John, get in here, we have a family note!"
After Mr. Warwick came downstairs from his studies, he and the Mrs. started talking in hushed voices about the letter.
A few minutes later they both made a face that I have never seen the make before, they looked almost afraid of me.
"What is the matter Mrs. Warwick?" I asked. I ask her things because she does not beat me as much as Mr. Warwick does.
"Go to your room Dadre, and do NOT come out until I say so, do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am, I understand."
I understood that there was something completely wrong with me and I was probably going to put up for adoption just so they can't be to blame, I mean it is not like this is there first time changing themselves because of me.
Once, when I was younger, I had told one of the neighbors about things that they do to me and things they say about the neighbors. I was given a severe beating and we moved to England from Texas that year. We had completely different identities, we all had to change our styles, everything from our clothes to our hair. They even made me get my tongue pierced hoping that I would learn a lesson.
