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    dots Submission Name: Wishing for Her Love { Part's 13 to 15 }dots
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    Author: EbonyBlood
    ASL Info:    14/F/Can.
    Elite Ratio:    3.7 - 79/79/73
    Words: 1354
    Class/Type: Story/Love
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       Yeah, I somewhat was side tracked with other things. I'm sorry I didn't post these or anything. But, This is Part 13 to 15...hopefully that makes up for lost time. o:


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    dotsWishing for Her Love { Part's 13 to 15 }dots
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    "What?" I questioned Claire.
    "I'm sorry, that may be a really big surprise. I'm so sorry if that has upset you in anyway!" Claire hugged me, kissing my head lightly.

    "No," I answered. "I'm more happy...you don't want to give me back mom!" I began crying, hugging her as well. She began to cry as well.


    Well, my question was answered. Claire really loved me, she didn't want to give me back, and wouldn't give me back.
    A smile was almost taped to my face all the time. I felt closer to them now.

    "Mom, Why did you adopt me in the first place..?"
    "Well Kitten, Jeff and I really wanted to have a child of our own. Though we couldn't for some reason. When we heard about you..We felt a strong connection to you. When Jeff was a child, he was adopted as well."
    "Really?"
    "You bet kiddo." Jeff replied, smiling. I smiled back. There was something we could relate too.

    Though, through all my happiness, I still couldn't help feeling..that I really wanted to meet my birth mother. I still felt a deep love for her. I didn't mention it around Claire or Jeff, because I also loved them deeply and didn't want them to think otherwise.

    The night of my life was coming soon, and I didn't even realize it. I can always remember Claire's words.
    "Alright Kitten, Jeff and I are going to visit your Grandparents..to talk about a few things."
    "Ok."
    "Take care of yourself Kiddo." Jeff messed around with my hair. "I will!" I smiled.

    They left, I watched the car leave the driveway. The house began quiet, almost as if on cue.
    The questions of my mother still passing through my mind.

    I went to the kitchen and pulled out the phonebook. I flipped through the pages. Finding my mother's number.
    I stared at it, then reached for the phone.

    I dialed the number, it rang over and over.

    No answer.

    Somehow I felt relieved by that and hung up. I put the phone book away quickly and ran to my room. I scribbled it down in my diary.
    I felt so much better, and went downstairs to do some of my puzzles.

    After what felt like an hour, the door bell rang. Claire had asked me to answer the door for a package was to come today. I ran up the stairs quickly, and opened the door. "Hello." It was a women voice, I couldn't help, but think I had heard it before. "Hi," I smiled, looking to the woman. A man was in the car.
    "Are you dropping off a package?" I asked, looking at the man in the car.
    "Oh..Yes." The woman placed a package in my open hands. I smiled to her, "Thank you."
    She nodded and went to the car. I closed the door, locking it as usual. I looked at the package. It had my name on it. I stared at it. "The package was for Mom though..Wasn't it?"

    I opened it anyway and searched through the things. Letters piled up and small presents like teddy bears and dolls filled it.
    "What the?" I read through each letter, and read each card for each present. I began to cry, and I ran to the window. The car was gone.

    I remember why I had remember that woman's voice so well. She was my mother!

    I hugged each bear tightly, and hide everything under my bed. Claire might not have known about this. I read each letter. Each one signed by my mother and father. Every letter sent me into a crying fit, I hugged everyone and kissed it.
    I was happy to see they knew I existed at least. Through each letter I hoped, that one would at least say "Love Mom and Dad." None of them said so.

    I stared blankly at the last letter;

    "Dear Melinda,
    I know you are now 10, and that you know you were adopted. Claire and Jeff are nice aren't they. Yes, we were there when your Grandparents decided to give you up. I cried, though Claire comforted me and said that she would take good care of you. I don't know why I had you, It was more of a mistake when I first thought about it, then as the years past I couldn't stop thinking about you. I'm still not sure how I feel about you. I know now that you are not a mistake and maybe you are...God's way of showing me that my life was going down the wrong way.
    I finished College thanks to you, and I now have the job I've always dreamed about. Though..I still can't forget you. Either can your father. I'm sorry I gave you up, but I know that you are happy were you are. Claire and Jeff are wonderful people.

    Signed,
    Your birth mom, and dad."

    Tears hit the letter. They had written this recently, none of the letters had a date. Though some were strangely cruel.

    "I don't want you, though I am sorry you have a mother like me."

    Maybe not cruel just cruel to me, but cruel to my mother. Was it hard for her to write these? I though, or actually give them to me face to face?

    The package for Claire did arrive, and by the time Claire and Jeff came home, they had no idea my Birth mother had come here. And the box of stuff remained my own secret.

    Though I had only been with Claire and Jeff for two years, we knew each other inside out almost like true Parents and Child.

    School continued normally, I had a few good friends who came over every now and again. No one really knew I was adopted, but nothing stopped me from thinking they thought about it. I told my friends, and they didn't care.

    That's all that mattered to me really. The teachers knew, they didn't care either. My class knew soon enough, and they didn't care either. In fact, I met a boy who also had been adopted. We began very close. His name was Ryan.

    I had him over at my house more then anyone. He enjoyed puzzles too. One day, I decided to show him the letters and teddy bears.

    Ryan cried too, we hugged for a while.
    "My mom, well my birth mother writes to me, and I've met her before. She couldn't take care of me, and then my father left her."
    I hugged him and we talked about our feelings and how we always felt about being without our birth parents. I still deeply wished to be with my birth parents, and that I wished for so long they loved me.
    "I think my mom loves me," Ryan started. "I guess I've never actually heard her say it. Though she always says she wishes she could have me back, but that I sound too happy with my Adoptive parents. And, I guess I really am. How about you Melinda?"
    "Yeah, I really do love my adoptive parents, and I guess I wouldn't ever give them up, even for my mother's love."

    We continued to talk, until Ryan left.

    "I really like Ryan," I told Claire later on.
    "He is a very nice boy, isn't he." Claire smiled. Jeff nodded and continued to read his book.
    I smiled, at least Claire agreed with me.

    Though, being so young. I would have never even thought of being in love with anyone, or even Ryan. Though, somewhere deep down I felt a deep feeling for him, and a great understanding of where he was coming from.





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      wow...that was a lot to take in at once ... but it was good. im glad u are still writing
    | Posted on 2007-07-15 00:00:00 | by Caotic_Disaster | [ Reply to This ]


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