I can hardly
wait to leave this place. It's not that
I don't like where I live because I guess people would think I would be
thanking God or someone that I lived in such a nice place. Nothing against my adopted family or
anything. They are the nicest and
kindest people you could ever meet. I am
thankful that out of the hundreds of babies they chose from that they chose
me. I just felt that I never fit in with
this family. That something is missing
in my life.
I mean I got
whatever I wanted. If I wanted a new
wardrobe, they gave me a credit card and said have at it. If I wanted a new car, they would take me to
a car lot and say choose the one you want.
I guess you could call me a little spoiled but the funny thing is I
never liked being spoiled.
“I can't
believe my baby girl is all grown up and going off to college,” my mom says
sniffling and trying to hold back her tears.
“Oh mom stop
that or your going to make me start crying again. Plus I'm not leaving until tomorrow anyway.”
“I know but it
feels like yesterday we were bringing you home and now you are leaving us,” mom
says and then starts crying again.
“I know Mom,”
I said walking around the bed and giving her a hug.
“I should get
down stairs and start making dinner. I'm
going to make your favorite shrimp Alfredo with a Caesar salad and homemade
apple pie with vanilla ice cream for dessert,” Mom says as she is walking out
of my room.
“That sounds
absolutely fantastic Mom,” I said smiling at her.
My mom walks
out of the room and I turn back to my bed and look at all the stuff spread out
on it that needs to be packed. I never
realized how much stuff I had until this very moment. I've come to the conclusion that I might not
be able to take everything that I wanted to take with me and that I might have
to leave some of my things behind as much as I don't want to.
“I guess it's
time to do some serious deciding now,” I say with a sigh and start going
through everything again.
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