Adopted

Trilingual Kids

                       Marco's point of view

                           Author's Note

In the first few chapters, there will be italian spoken but it will be translated to english.

I was looking out of the window as the cold rain fell down from the grey sky, splattering against the concrete.  Splashing in the canals of Venice, Italy.  

Seeing how it was the start of spring, it wasn't a surprise that it was raining today.  The weatherman had called for a day full of sunshine but it was quite the opposite as you could see.  It was a rather dreary day at the adoption center.  I guess the mood fit the weather well. 

It was early in the morning and most of the other kids were asleep.  Snoozing soundly.  I am usually the one that wakes up before anyone else.  This was usually the time I would take the time to read a nice book.  For some reason, this morning, I just felt compelled to just watch the rain. 

The rain and early morning seemed to drive some of the people away from the usually busy streets of Venice.  Less gondolas were sailing through the waterways.  However, that didn't stop some people as they tried to shield themselves from the rain with an umbrella or other device.

I saw a rather wealthy looking couple that I had never seen before stroll into the adoption center, with a young girl in between them.  They may have bussiness to attend to here, or simply just adopting a child.  I never really expected to be adopted by anybody.  It was the younger kids that usually got adopted.  I was nine when I came here.  I was sixteen now.  My chances of being adopted were very low due to my older age.  Kids usually younger than that get adopted.  I have seen many children get adopted and they were quite ecstatic about it as well.  I couldn't help but to be happy for them as they were overcome with glee as they had found a new family.  A new home.  I used to have the desire to get adopted but most definitely not now.  You may ask "why?" but my reason is because I don't want to know the kids here as well befriend them, then to get pried away from them.  My family was here and that's all I need.  I remember the day I came here

                        -----------------Flashback--------------------

I tried to hold my mothers hand but she just swatted my hand away like it was an annoying fly that she couldn't wait to get rid of. 

Yet, that is what I am to her, as well as my father.  Of course I knew, why I was here, they had already told it to me quite clear.  I asked them again because maybe if she would just listen to me, she would find that she truely was doing the wrong thing.  That she was making a mistake. 

She didn't realize this, however.

We walked through the double wooden doors of the adoption center, with tears threatening to fall from my nine year old eyes.  My parents signed papers, talked to a nice lady, and walked out of the door, happier than I have seen them in a while, now that they had gotten rid of me.  They had finally gotten rid of the annoying fly that bothered them.  The nice lady,  tried to comfort me but that didn't stop the tears from falling.  It didn't stop them from creating rivers down my face as they fell from my eyes.  She told me soothing words of how it will be so nice to live here, how the people are nice, how I csn have fun, how I can get a good education. 

Once she finally got me to calm down, I eventually learned that her name was Mrs.  Marcella.  She was a tall lady with black hair put into a long ponytail.  She appeared to be in her mid to late twenties.  She seemed like a stern lady but she was actually very kind and gentle.  She guided me through the center, showing me the different locations of the place.  It was a large place kept in nice condition.  The people were very kind and outgoing, like they had known me for years even though they had just met me.  Instead of hating the place, I was starting to like it.