Rapunzel [JunHao]

7

Minghao

In all those years the only [beständig] thing in my live was Mary. She had been there for me since the day I was born. Whenever I needed help, a shoulder to cry or someone to laugh with, mary was there. She was the only reason I did not go crazy in this house, were no one else ever came to.

My mother had not often been there for me in my childhood. And even though I never dared to say or think it out loud, I always knew Mary was more of a mother to me than my biological mother.

And now Mary was gone.

The worst thing about it was, that I very well knew why my mother had kicked out Mary and it was my fault. I knew how much my mother hated me talking about the world outside, but I still asked her. And to prevent me from thinking about it anymore and gtting to know more about what I was missing on, she got rid of the only thing that could fuel my interest, mary.

The soggy letter was all knitternd up in my hands and my cheeks burned from the salty tears I had shred. It had taken two hours for me to finally stop crying but now my body was filled with the comfortable buzz of numbness. And so my usually temper kicked in.

I would not let my mother win, not this time. She took away Mary and now I was going to hurt her. I would not obey her this time. There was only one way to honor my time with Mary and I knew exactly what I had to do.

I run up the stars and nearly broke through door of my mothers room, with all the overpowering force I used.

Mary had told me everything, about money and shops, about all kinds of animals and even how to act around different people. I was sure I knew how to survive and I could not wait to prove myself.

I went through it in my head. First steal some money from my mother. I hardly would be able to survive without some. I had read enough to know that nothing was for free and if I did not plan on starving and living on the streets I needed some help, at least at the beginning.

Then a job. No matter how much I steal, it won't last for ever and after all I wanted to prove myself, not keep living off my mother.

And then ... I had never thought much ahead of that, but now I knew exactly what to do after. I would find Mary and maybe, maybe I could stay with her for longer than.

My mother should have her daughters address somewhere in her drawers. I hastily looked through them, when my eyes stopped on one of the documents.

I would have never read it, if my name had not been written on it. But just three lines in and my tears had started to fall again.

It was a birth certificate and on the childs name slot stood mine, the name Mary used on me, not the one my mother called me. I never got to meet my dad and whenever I asked my mother about him, she ignored me. But there it was, written in black and white.

John Xu

However, where I expected my mothers name to be, stood another one.