The One I Adore: A Glenn Rhee And Maggie Greene Story (COMPLETED)

Glenn

When I get home I start helping my dad clean out the garage.
"How was school today? Anything interesting happen?" He asks.
"Uh, no not really. I mean, it was pretty boring. But it wasn't too bad." I say.
"Oh, come on. I know something must have happened. I can see you smiling when you think I'm not looking. What are you thinking about?" Dad says.
"Oh, um. Nothing. It's just this girl made a joke and I was remembering. It was pretty funny."
"What's her name?" Dad asks.
"Maggie." I answer.
"Well, I'm glad school wasn't terrible." He says giving me a knowing smile.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I say laughing a little.
"Oh, no reason. Come on, let's have dinner. I think we're about finished cleaning here."
"Hey, Dad? Can I ask you something?" I say.
"Sure, kid." He says.
"How come you never adopted more children, or had some of your own?"
"You are more than enough for me, Glenn." He says with a smile.

After dinner, I go to my room and start playing my guitar. I start playing Elvis Presley's song Are You Lonesome Tonight? After a while, I start singing the words. I never sing if someone is around. Probably never will. Not even my Dad has heard me sing.

Is your heart filled with pain
Shall I come back again?
Tell me dear,
Are you lonesome tonight?

I put the guitar down and go lay down on my bed. I look up at the ceiling and think. And think. And think. That's why I don't like the night time. Your mind is free to wander and think about anything it wants. Even things you prefer not to think about. Especially those things. Right now I'm wondering, like I always have ever since I was little, why my parents didn't want me. How could they just abandon me and give me up for adoption? Why wasn't I worth keeping? Why was I given away like an old toy at a yard sale? They aren't going to get to see me go to college, or get married, or have a kid.
But you know what? I was lucky. I am lucky. I have Dale. And he is a great father and I love him. I don't know where I'd be if it weren't for him. That's another funny thing about the night time. You can think about bad things or memories. But then it comes back around and gives you the good thoughts. It's like a carousel. And as I'm falling asleep, the carousel gives me one last good thought. Green eyes.