You're My Dad?

Dad.

I looked the man I would soon call dad in the eye. I think he was being serious about this whole family thing. I cant tell just yet, but normally people that adopted me would never look me in the eye. I liked Joey. He seemed like the kind of person that you would trust with your life and right now, he has my trust.

Mr. Swanson: Hannah grab your bags, you are going home with Joey. 

I rushed over to where I had packed all of my stuff and grabbed it all in one hand. 

Joey: Oh please, let me take it.

Joey then smiled at me and reached for my hand. I let go of the bags once I felt Joeys hand wrap around the straps. We then walked out the door. Joey was driving a Prius. Joey opened the car door for me and I sat down in the front seat. Joey walked abound the car to the back and opened the trunk and placed my stuff in. I feel like this will be a better home, better than before. Something is different than all the other times. I don’t know what.

It has been a long awkward car ride. I guess I should break the silence…

Me: Why did you do it…?

Joey: Do what?

Me: Adopt me

Joey: Well… I’m honestly not sure. I saw a lot of kids before you but… You looked like you had a story. A story that no body cared to hear and you are dying to tell someone. I feel like you got treated the way I did. Sad, alone, depressed, and most of all, hurt. 

I didn’t bother answering. But how did he know this stuff. Is it that obvious? Its like he knew my deepest secrets, and I love that. I feel like I can be open to him.

 Me: Hey Joey?

Joey: Yeah?

Me: …. Can I call you… Dad?

Joey: Yes. Yes you can.

Joey answered with a smile. I think he is proud. I would be too. Normally when I get adopted I ask my owner that question and they always said “because I felt bad” it ticked me off. But knowing that Joey really cares means a lot to me. And I know that I will try to actually be happy in this family.

After about another 20 minutes of driving we got home. It was a 2 story baby blue house. There was a truck outside. I was getting a little nervous, what if my mom didn’t like what I acted like of looked like? What if I’m not good enough and they just take me back to the adoption center.

All these questions rung in my head but I pushed them back. I will have a nice, fresh start. As if none of my past has ever happened.

Then we started to walk inside.

I took a step in the front door with Joey right in front of me. I just followed him not knowing where I was going. He then dropped everything and hugged and kissed someone. I didn’t get a good look but I know that she had short hair. Her hair was also a light brown, almost ginger.

Joey took a step back. The person who was standing in front of me made my jaw drop. I couldn’t believe my eyes, I have two dads. My other dad was the Shane Dawson.

Joey: Hannah, this is your dad, Shane Dawson

Me: Shane. Is it really you?? I love you! I watch your videos every day!!

Shane: Thanks!

Shane’s voice was a lot deeper in person. He took a step closer to me and gave me a hug. I hugged back knowing that I was hugging Shane Dawson, also known as my dad.