Bound To Be Mine

Chapter one

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Matt

            ‘ Matt, will you come down here and help me with these ropes? We need to tie this bench tightly.’ Uncle Pete called out. I’ve been trying to finish my school papers and I have been struggling with this last one for hours – poetry on family. I ran down the stairs and head straight to where uncle Pete fixes the bench under the tree house. Pete has always been a person inclined with crafts. He always wanted to maintain this tree house and the bench below by himself. ‘It’s heritage.’ He used to say to me whenever I ask why can’t we just buy replacements on bench and once, on the wall of the tree house. He always has this energy and positivity that no matter what happens to us, everything will come to place because he will make it happen.

            I grew up with Pete and Veronica. They’ve been my parents ever since air filled my lungs and words spilled out of my mouths. They are not my parents, biologically speaking. They’re my grandparents. They told me about it when I once asked ‘How come I am only six years old and you, uncle Pete is fifty?’I remember counting with my tiny fingers back then. There was a crease on my forehead and I asked Ma, that’s how I call Veronica, ‘You were pregnant at fifty two?’ And they both laugh at me as if I just crack the best joke in the history of mankind.

            ‘Matt, we’re not your parents.’ Then, veronica patted my back lightly, massaging it. Tears are forming on my eyes. Just when I’m about to ask why, ‘We were your grandparents. Your real parents are miles away from here working. That’s why you’re here with us. Don’t you want to be with us? I can bake cookies every day, you know.’ Ma told me as she pulled me closer to her and hugged me sideways. Uncle Pete joined in.

Now, you may wonder why I called him Uncle Pete. Well, it’s plain and simple. When I knew about the truth, I started calling him Gramps, and he didn’t like it. It reveals his true age. ‘call me uncle Pete. I look younger than your father, anyway.’ Then he laughed loudly.

            ‘What can I do?’ I ask uncle Pete as his knuckles turn white trying to tighten the rope around the bench to strengthen it. ‘Well, you may want to hand me a glass full of ice cold water because I just finished it myself.’ He stands proudly, aged with confidence. Then we sat on the bench to test its sturdiness, I got him a glass of water and we sat silently for a few seconds.

            ‘Anything about Kristen?’ he asked me. I shrugged and he laughed.

            ‘Remember that play where you were the dog guarding the mansion of Princess Kristen from wicked animals on the forest?’ he started. I was eight years old back then. ‘The wild animals tried to attack the princess, as part of the play, but out of nowhere, you grab those kids strongly in their animal print costumes and shouted ‘ No one’s allowed to hurt Princess Kristen! You puffed your chest out as if you’re the strongest kid. But the whole play became a disaster because those kids you grabbed started crying for their mothers.’ He laughed at the memory. That’s definitely not one of my proudest moments.

            ‘As kids run to their mothers, you walked slowly towards us unsure of what had just happened out there. You looked like a lost puppy. And tears are about to come out of your eyes.’ He mocked. ‘But then, Veronica convinced you that what you did was bravery and you didn’t ruin the play.’

            ‘Do you remember what you said that day?’ he asked me.

            ‘No one will hurt my Kristen.’ Then you curled your fist and threw a punch in the air. And then, as we are moving out of the hall, Kristen approached me. She was all jumpy and playful walking towards me in her white princess dress then she said ‘That’s just awesome, you know.’ Then she kissed me on my right cheek.

            ‘You got the ‘hots’ for someone at that very young age, son. That’s my man.’ Uncle Pete raised his now empty glass in the air and said ‘here’s to Matt and Kristen.’

            ‘Seriously, you’re out of your mind.’ I punched Pete lightly on his left arm and went back to my room. She’s not even here anymore, I thought.

            As I walk past the living room where Ma was busy watching her favorite television comedy series, she called me and asked me to sit next to her. Am I in trouble? I thought.

            ‘Matt, I have to tell you something.’

            I tried my best to remember everything that I did these last few days to make sure it’s not something about being grounded. I attended all of my classes. I run the errands on time. I did what I needed to do.

            ‘What?

            ‘Remember your parents?’

            Of course I did. They are those who left me here with you Ma, without even calling or sending a text or email or something to let me know I have parents. They are those people. But these are better left unsaid. ‘Yes.’

            ‘They will be here tomorrow.’

            ‘Oh. I think.. I think.. that’s good.. or great, or something, right?’

            ‘You’ll meet Michael too.’

            ‘Who’s Michael?’ I asked.

            ‘He’s your brother.’

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