Southern Roots

Southern Roots

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Ada sat quietly in the backseat of her caseworker's car as they drove towards her new home. She had always been a quiet child, but the events of the past few years had made her even more reserved. Her father, a past member of the military, had been stationed in different parts of the world for most of her life. And when he was home, he was always busy and distant. Ada's mother had been her rock, her best friend, but she had passed away from cancer a year ago. Since then, Ada had been living with her grandmother, barely seeing her father except for a few visits here and there. But now, everything was changing. Her father had passed away in the Airforce, and instead of sending Ada to live with her grandmother again, the social services team had decided to bring her to live with her seven older brothers. Ada was shocked when she found out she had older brothers. She had only seen them a handful of times when she was three years old, and she could barely remember them. But now, she was going to live with them on a ranch in the countryside. With her nine brothers all being old-fashioned she was nervous. Because the last she needed was them kicking her out of her house. Or that's what she thought...
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It had been an hour since I had gotten the call that changed my life. It still hadn't hit completely hit me yet, probably because it was only 3 a.m. I wasn't crying like everyone was expecting me to be doing. I was just staring out of the window, watching the cars passing as we drove to the hospitial. "Where are we?" my six year old sister asked, finally waking up. "We're driving to the hospitial. You need to go back to sleep, Elizabeth," my dad told her. "Why are we going to the hospitial?" she asked. "Shawn was in a wreck," my mom said simply. "Arden's boyfriend Shawn?" she asked. "Yes," mom said. As the conversation between Elizabeth and my parents went on my breathing got faster and so did my heart. Now that I was hearing it being spoken to a six year old it seemed more real. But it couldn't be, I was going to wake up and everything was going to be fine. Shawn would fine. As we pulled into the hospital parking lot I was begging to wake up. I counted my fingers. 1. 2... 6. 7.. 10. I had ten fingers. I read somewhere that in dreams you have extra fingers. So this was real.

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