I HEARD SOMEONE
cry, 'Please, his mother recently died and his father left them when he was a month old.'
I didn't entirely hear the full conversation, but it sounds like someone was willing to take me - the orphan who survived at a car crash, they called me Dark-Haired Angel for the reason.
'Sorry to ask, what is his name again?' The other girl - which sounded like an old woman whom I know - said.
'Drew Mesin.'
After, I heard silence...
'Me-mesin? You mean, Ceecee has a son?!'
I wasn't surprised, though. My mother never was proud of me. 'Why would I be?!' She used to say - she never liked my likings for tomboys.
'Of course I'll take him.' The old woman said.
Take me? You mean, adopt me? What?!
