Anthony, Jazz, Josh and I were all on the couch, watching random tv shows. Suddenly, Anthony turns to me and starts talking. "Maddie, I just realized, we never fully got to know your roots, like where you came from. If you're not comfortable sharing, it's all good, but, you can open up if you want." He says. "Oh yea. Sure, I'll share." I say as we all get comfortable.
"So, I was born on chilly February 20th, during a blizzard. I went home to my family, my mom, my dad, and my 2 brothers, Danny and Zach (an: not my actual brothers names but for privacy, there.). Danny was about 6 years older than me, and Zach about 8. We all got along really well and my childhood was great, until I was 10. We were all in the car, and Zach was driving. A truck hit us head on, and Zach and my dad died. Danny and my mom went to the hospital in critical condition, I was the only stable one. My mom died 2 days later, but Danny survived, missing the bottom half of his right leg and some feeling in his right arm. I just came out with a broken arm and some glass scratches on my face. From the hospital, I went straight into foster care. You've already heard most of the gory details of that he'll, so I'll spare you the later story. But the first house I was in, it was great. My foster parents treated me like an actual human child and i had like, 7 awesome siblings. Marie, Abbi, Bryce, Sophie, Tate, Zeke and Joan. I haven't talked to any of them except Joan since I left there. But, then, you've heard everything up until now, sitting with a wonderful family, and a great boyfriend in the city that I've dreamed of since I was little. Now, I'm 17 and i have no clue what I'm doing, but y'all are here to guide me through it."
Josh leans over and hugs me and Jazzy grabs my hand. "Aww, that's so rough, Mads. We're not gonna let any of that happen to you, honey." Anthony says, Jazz nodding in agreement. I eventually drift off on the couch with Josh, and Ant and Jazz went to their room.
*the next day lol*
I wake up to the smell of bacon and coffee, and stand up to go to the kitchen I sit at the breakfast bar and wait until the food is ready. Anthony comes out of his room with his phone, smiling giddily. "Mads, look. I found your brother." He says, showing me an Instagram page. @/ Dan.petter-carmen "oh my goodness, he looks just the same. I can't believe you found him!" I say, hugging him. "Can you dm him? Tell him about me?" I ask hopefully, I really want to see him. "I can try." He says, sitting down and clicking his phone.
A- Anthony D- Danny
A- hey, so I have news for you
D- uh, who are you
A- that'll make sense in a minute, but, I know your sister
D- how? I haven't seen her since she was ten
D- I thought she died- do you have the right person
A- I know you're her brother, she's my daughter. I adopted her, like a few years ago.
D- oh my gosh! Does she have Instagram or something? I want to talk to her
A- yea, it's @/m.p.art10133 (shameless self plug)
D-thank you! Did you tell her?
A- yea, she's really excited
D- so am i"He's gonna follow you so y'all can talk." Ant says. "Cool!" I say. Right after, I get a follow request from him.
D- Danny, m- Maddie
D- oh my gosh, Maddie it's you!
M- Danny! It's been so long
D- I know, I honestly didn't know if you were alive. The hospital doubt tell me. I gave up searching after a year.
M- are you still a mechanic?
D- yea! I own my own shop now!
M- that's so cool! We have to meet up some time! Where are you at?
D- I'm living about 20 minutes from NYC these days, where are you?
M- HOLY FRICK I LIVE IN NYC
D- really?! Do you know Strahovas coffee?
M- yea that's like my favorite coffee place
D- can you meet me there tomorrow?
M- yea, noon?
D- sure"Oh my gosh. I can't believe it. I haven't seen him in years." I say. "Well, that'll end tomorrow. You guys can keep in touch now, be real siblings. And, if he doesn't have parents right now, Ant and I can be there for him." Jazzy says
I can't believe I'm going to see my brother after all these years
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