Amity Wills was wheeled through the door of Seattle Grace Hospital with a broken leg and possible head trauma at age 12. She had been in the foster care system since she was 3 years old, when her mom died in a building collapse. She knew the hospit...
"Mom, how was work?" I say looking over my computer. I left with dad so I was in some snowflake pajama pants, a grey long sleeve shirt and my hair in a bun.
"It was good, Richard taught me a two-layered continuous stitch for an anastomosis!"
"Teach me if you find time?" I ask hopefully.
"Of course! Honey, It's late. You're not a surgeon yet, get some sleep," I nod and she kisses my head. I run up to my room in excitement for my first family holiday in years. And I may or may not have some big news....
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I put on a red skirt, a long-sleeved off the shoulder shirt I tuck in and curl my light brown hair. I pull back the two front sides of my hair to the back and clip it with a black bow. I tie up my boots and go downstairs.
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As the day goes by the mood seems to be a little depressing. I was hoping for a little more but I'm thankful for the fact that I have a family this time. I walk around in hopes of finding my mom and dad together but that doesn't happen.
"Dad! -"
"Not right now honey, I have surgery,"
"Oh, Good luck!" I yell down the hall, disappointed.
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"Mom!" I say walking into the skills lab.
"You can join us! We're talking about things we're not grateful for," Alex says, taking in another bite of his lunch. I roll my eyes and sit next to them. Mom corrects Alex's work.
"Well,-" Christina then interrupts me with some comment about her daddy issues working for her because now she's getting private lessons from Richard.
"Mo-" Mom shuts down Christina's theory. They continue talking.
"I graduated!" I shout, they become silent.
"Wha-"
"They're mailing my diploma to us, I finished finals and stuff. I'm a highschool graduate," I say to mom, and my tone was the opposite of excited. I was exhausted of trying to get my parents to notice me. I don't ask for much attention, just when I need it.
"Oh my god, Amity. I-I'm so proud of you," She hugs me and I half-heartedly hug back. Alex gives me a pat on the back and Christina takes me into the hall and starts shouting about 'her niece being a high school graduate. There's a lot to be thankful for this year.
