Adopted by Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Meeting Misha and his Kids

When we got home, we sat down on the couch and dad asked, “so what happened?” “she has bullied for a couple of years now but before she started, she was my best friend, so I told her all of my secrets when she started bullying me it was just picking on how I dressed and my hair style” I stopped taking a breath “then she started saying how I should off myself how the world would be better off without me and I believed her so one day I attempted and she told the school what I did and defended myself so she slapped and so I slapped her back and went to continue when she pulled my hair so I just let all my frustration towards her for all these years out when I punched then I headed to the principal’s office.” I honestly answered with tears flowing down my face he pulled me to his chest whispering in my ear to let it all go when I finally calmed down, I pulled back and his phone started to ring as I did and he looked at the screen then answered it, “hey Robert what’s up yeah I can be there alright bye I have to go in to shoot some scenes you want to come with me or stay here.” he asked, “I’ll come with you I want to meet Misha.” I answered excitedly he chuckled, “okay let’s go.” I grabbed the keys to the Harley along with my Bluetooth helmet I looked at the gas gauge and told my dad, “it needs gas I’ll meet you there.” “Okay see you there.” then he drove off I turned the other way towards the gas station and walked up to the cashier, “can I get twenty on number 2 please?” sliding a twenty on the counter then walking out to fill the tank of the Harley to head to set. I got to set and went to my dad’s trailer not seeing him I wrote a note saying, “went out to meet people call me if you need something.” but before I left the trailer I grabbed my sketchbook and then I left the trailer and went to Misha’s trailer and knocked he opened the door and invited me in I saw a little boy and a little girl they rushed to hide behind Misha’s legs I crouched to the ground and cupped my hands around my mouth and started to make bird noises. Slowly Maison peeked out and ran over to me and I picked her up and sat down on the couch holding my sketchbook and situated her on my lap so she could see my drawings. Halfway through the book she saw a drawing of wolves and asked Misha, could she put this on my wall I showed him the drawing and smiled and said, “yeah sure.” “I could always come over and paint this on her wall.” I replied, “yeah that’d be nice I’m free tomorrow if you’d like to do it then.” “of course I’ll be there.”