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June 11th, 2004
I think I see my aunt walking up. She looks almost identical to me. Theres so many questions I have. What will I call her, by her first name, Anne, or Mrs. Boyer, or Maam? What was my father like? What are her kids like? Why do you want to meet me now, why not before? Will she like me?
There she is. She's about thirty, I think, thin, tall, and she looks to be very stressed. I'm so scared. She walks in. I want to run and cry. When you've never meet someone who's related to you and suddenly you do, it's frightful. I think she sees me. A worker is pointing at me, I think so that she can know where I'm at.
"Umm..., hi," are the words that stumble out of my mouth. I have the feeling that I have a lot in common with her.
"Hello you must be Leah."
"Yes."
"I'm Anne. Umm... so... uhhh..., What things are you into?"
"Music and dance." I said slowly.
"Hmm. What type of dance?"
"Jazz."
"Do you play an instement?"
"Flute. So uhhh..., what do you enjoy doing?"
"I umm..., like to uhhh..., paint and tap dance." See, we do have a lot in common.
"Have you done the uhhh..., paperwork and ummm..., adopted me?"
"Mm-hmm. Yes."
"Umm..., am I going with you today, to your house?"
"I need to talk to your social worker about that, hopfully today."
"I still have some things to pack if you need time to do that."
"OK"
"Umm..., I'll be over there if you need me."
"Sigh, OK." I wonder why she's so sad.
I went to where Jessica was sitting. I saw she was weeping. I sat next to her and we hugged for awhile none of us said anything for about ten minutes until I told her I might be here another day.
"Really?" Jessica asked with a gleam of hope in her eyes.
"I might, I'm not sure, my aunt is talking to them."
"I'll miss you. Here let me write down the address so we can write. Send me your address as soon as you get there. OK?"
"Sure. That sounds great."
"Make sure you visit, alright?"
"Of course! I'd never forget about you."
My aunts coming over and looks worried like she's hiding somthing. She's shaking.
"Leah, I didn't tell somthing. Sigh, Your dad came today... he's on probation. He'll be here at a quarter to five to meet you."
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