I've been thinking, the worst part about being abandoned or put into foster care isn't even knowing no one wants you. I don't care that I 'aint wanted, I didn't want them either. I think the worst part is that I don't know where I'm going besides Oregon. I don't even get to know a town name, no address. They could be sending me to a sweatshop and all that would be expected of me is to sit here, shut up, and try to smile like I mean it. Look good and purdy for the pedestrians, make everyone believe I'm A-Ok. But I am okay, I just feel so unsure. It's not my fault I don't have all my marbles together, it's hard to see them all with some being more translucent than others. But I geuss that's life, not knowing what all you got until there's too much to deal and it all comes spewing out like something from a horror film.
The car moved as though it had a mind of it's own. Running us towards a new mystical home, a place of great power that would somehow take me and mend me of all my wounds. Like the pure bullshit my counselors spoke of. No one will take me and keep me, No one will mend my wounds. They'll only make them bigger and more infectious when they throw me out just like those before them. What makes this one so different? Why are they so sure he'll make an impact.
This thought came across me as my eyes woke, I sat up and turned around to the slowing tires and the misty air.
"Alright Missy, it seems we are finally here." The Cabbie coed.
This was not a home like the ones before. They were all small and loosely kept. Resembling those who laid within them. But even through the fog I could see that something was different. The building was not some hob shack, but a building reaching to the skies. I walked upon the loose stones approaching the towering silhouette, as they turned beneath my feet I heard the door I was approaching open up.
"My child, I bear your journey was a safe and blissful one." The calm voice danced through the misty air.
"Ahh Father, it was indeed a safe journey." The Cabbie raspily said as though his prayers had been answered.
"Father? I'm the foster child what do you mean by him being Father?!?" The thought escaped me before I could filter it, I am exactly what I said.. A child.
"Ahaha, dear girl.." His calm voice appeared to approach, "I am but a Father of many." As he stood before me it dawned on me from his white collar. A man of God being allowed to take in foster children? They had rules against putting care into hands like these. I always thought they avoided conforming a child's mind to that of a book.
But yet he stood so graceful. He could barely be a shadow amongst the air. He was not a man of age, his hair was a soft blonde with hues of light brow. His eyes were as light as crystal and he was broad. I would have never expected him as a man of faith, let alone a man I could legally call my father.
"Dear child, I doubt you have expected any of this. But believe me you are in for quite the treat living here. I am Father Everest, feel free to call me as you will." His voice graced my ears, I felt different here.
No comments:
Post a Comment