This Too Shall Pass

Chapter 1

I don't remember much from my childhood, but from what I remember, I only see the color green and a small white teddy bear with a blue bow on its neck. I'm not sure why those were the things that have stayed with me all this time, but for some reason they remain vividly ingrained in my mind.

I always get told stories of Daddy arriving at the foster home to meet me, and I never let go of him from the second I saw him. And when he left, I cried and cried until he picked me up again. At the time my mother was a Korean woman. I let myself forget her name. It was a long-distance thing. I met her once when I was younger, but I don't remember, I don't know what she looks like, other than a few pictures Daddy has. After they broke up, it was just me and Daddy for a while.

I had a good childhood, I wouldn't say the best, because Daddy was always busy with YouTube. But when I turned 7 daddy found an editor, so he had a lot more time for me, we spent a lot of time at amusement parks, carnivals and waterparks, just having a great time.

One night he brought home a girl named Signe, at the time they were only friends. She was a pretty girl with shoulder length brown hair and a slim figure. She was so nice to me from the start and we instantly bonded. It didn't take long for Daddy to have her move in to avoid my meltdowns when she left, and eventually, they got together when I was almost 8. I was overjoyed and whenever they fought, which is rare, and I was sure they would separate, I would run into my room and cry because I want Signe in my life. I always heard Signe say: "We're scaring Claire." Which always made me feel bad, but then they would get over it, and we would be a family again. And if you were here, you would know they aren't only together because of me.

It was never really talked about if I was adopted or not. I guess I assumed I wasn't. I didn't have a significant female role model in my life before Signe, so I assumed I got my straight blonde hair from my mother. I have ocean blue eyes identical to Daddy's, I'm partially Asian, and I look it, a little bit, though I don't know the nationality. I don't have a strong Irish accent, much like Daddy. I always thought I was his daughter. I look like Daddy and my 'Mum' But I wasn't.

When Daddy ended up telling me I was adopted, I almost instantaneously accepted it. Honestly, I didn't mind. I believed it meant that God accidentally put me in the wrong family, and so he told my parents to give me to my real family. I knew that meant that I was loved, because I was chosen.

My Dad and I were always very close. He called me his little Green Bean because his hair is green, and I'm his daughter, I was like his little bean. Green Bean.

Signe is close to me, but never took the time to sit down with me like Daddy did. She was much too restless for that. She was the one who took me outside to play while Daddy was recording. It was incredibly fun for me, I've always been energetic and athletic, so just running around with her was the best thing in the world to me.

As I grew older I became resentful of my dad's job. He sometimes put his work before me, and chose to record rather than help me with my homework, or tuck me into bed. Those were often left to Signe.

I am still very close to my dad. He saw that his job was driving a wedge between us and cut down on videos a lot. He no longer unnecessarily pre-records and he finally let Robin do all his editing. And our normal bond was restored. I couldn't be happier!

Middle school was a big deal for me. People started to recognise me as Jacksepticeye's kid, and not Claire, which made it hard to find real friends, but I managed. I didn't have to deal with drama a lot, only because I have a tight friend group of y, Carson, Myah, Shannon, Sarah and me. They don't care about who my parents were, they care about who I am.

As you can see, I'm just a normal girl with a not-so-normal family. I like the same things as all the other kids, I have the same clothes as the other kids, I like the same music as the other kids, and I play the same sports as the other kids. So why can't I be accepted as one of the other kids.

That's enough ranting for one day, but I guess you want to hear my story, so I guess I'll start the story on my first day of 7th Grade.