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June 7th, 2011 |

A family for me Love

Jane threw the Coca Cola can from which she only pretended to drink and shot him angry, so the contents poured into the pavement. How I hated the things! However, being so close to the school had to be seen with the distinctive red can in hand, had made the mark that ranks it as one of the difficult years 10 groups of local high school, those who were proud to get through their education with the least amount of work and the most problems for teachers and other students. After all he had to keep up with his image of the students who were different, those who have no real family, children in foster care.

Jane smiled to himself as he looked at the can on the ground, had to keep the claim, but it was much better than trying to explain that, ultimately, was one of the lucky few who was happy with his new family. First she would not have believed, and Second, it could have generated resentment towards her. This would avoid at all costs had had enough of him in his young life. What I would have liked this time, was a cup of black tea with two teaspoons of sugar and a slice of lemon.

The idea of the hot drink for some reason brought back memories time had been introduced into hot drinks. The times she thought she had been put out of his mind since coming to Wattle-stream. But this was not to be, in an instant all the bad memories of her life before she had been tricked by Sam Collins and Maria became like a raging river dragging down with its strong currents. In this force that had no hope of escape torture visions and feelings that she longed to escape and forget.

In the window of his mind Jane was surrounded by pillows in nursing hot sweet tea holding firmly in their hands. He was taken there after nearly fainting in class. After numerous questions, the nurse had learned that he had been in a fight with Tom, one of the adoptive siblings who delighted in tormenting. As always, there fought like a wildcat, punching and scratching without any concern for herself. His executioner was lost, this time, but not badly.

When she had turned her back to him on foot, who had grabbed a cup and smashed in the head. Jane nearly lost his balance, but his incredible tenacity and the force had come to his aide. She had grabbed the handle of the door and stood there for a few seconds until he had recovered his balance, then give gradually turn had looked intently at his foster brother

"This is the last time you have to touch or hurt me. If you do, you will live to regret. "

With that, Jane left the room. She knew she would be the impact, but had reached the point where he no longer care. All I wanted was for the next twelve months to pass as quickly as possible. Slowly entered her bedroom she shared with two other foster sisters. Fortunately, the room was empty, I could lie down and the rest had little to do with either and the last thing I wanted was to know I was hurt

Unfortunately, the next morning, the headache was no better, but it did not help tell the adoptive mother could not go to school the only way he could stay in bed was if it was running a high temperature. A lump on the head as big as an egg and a massive headache because they were not to stay home. Jane could hear the cold, hard voice of his foster mother

"Serve you right for getting hurt. You should not mess with Tom. All wanted a little help with his math. You should not have mocked him because he is not as good as you. I would have reacted the same way. "

Jane had not bothered to give his version of events would not have believed. In a sign of resignation turned on his heel and went to his room. A next morning taking care not to shake his head too she managed to get to school, but once in the class of all power had finally amassed left her and she collapsed on the floor.

Sitting in bed, alone in the sick bay with refreshing hot drink clasped tightly in his trembling hands, the tears had come, slowly at first and then faster, to the point where he had begun to mourn without control. It was not just the pain that was mourn, but most of all loneliness. The cold treatment she received from people who lived. Like all other times, he had covered his head with the blanket to stifle her sobs with his fist, no one cared, no one to ease your pain …

The memory of the painful episode and slowly dissipated Jane was again catapulted to the present. With cloudy eyes saw that the tin had been rolled into the ditch spilling its contents onto the pavement, leaving behind a trail of liquid like a twisted road to the end that lead nowhere.

Jane stood there can not take his eyes away as if hypnotized, and while she was watching, the main span of liquid seemed to grow wider and longer to stop and finally form a round deformed shaped pool with two white bubbles that remember the shapes of the eyes. At the same time the roads had become twisted little tentacles as hair is pressed, giving the impression that the head of Medusa was to come to life. At the same time, Jane jumped back in terror and gasped. Giving back to the bus she ran terrified that horrible face was on. Breathless but thanks to the same time, she quickly jumped into the waiting transport, showed his travel pass and sat behind the driver, today was not the day to sit in the back with the other students, the hallucination was left unresolved. What does this mean? Was I losing my mind? Was suffered brain damage from the head injury he had received the previous year?

As Jane relaxed in his seat revived the incident was still alive in his mind. At the same time tried to convince himself that there was nothing wrong with her, what had happened only your imagination out of control because he hated the drink?

But it was just his imagination? I was sure I had seen a white face with two eyes. It was the vision of the intention of telling her was cursed? Was this why their parents had rejected her at birth? I had read that many animals, in fact, reject some of their young because there was no something wrong with the baby. But I could see there was nothing wrong with it, except for his violent temper when she could see the injustices.

As these thoughts kept running through his mind a sigh escaped her lips, she would never know, so might as well stop worrying. With this resolution, the incident was painful events of the past in his mind and concentrated on the pleasure of returning home. Another half hour and she would be with his new family Foster, Mary, Sam and children, just thinking of them brought a smile to your lips. What a shame that the school was on the opposite side of where they lived, would have been very nice to have been closer to home.

As the bus snaked through the streets of the city to drop off passengers, Jane took the time to savor the pleasure of what awaited him at the end of the ride. She loved being with the dictionary, seven children and Edna Cook "Cookie", as he was affectionately who played at pretending to be angry as he chased Jane and the children end up with wooden spoon freshly baked pastries, which were ever left unattended. The two people in the Myrtle family, and John, the elderly couple who helped Mary and Sam care for the young of all, yes, this time she had very lucky. However, was this luck will last, or was something nasty lurking in the shadows to make your life a misery once again? It was the hallucination with the tin Coca Cola a premonition of things to come?

Until he had come to Wattle Creek, his life had been a progression from one foster home after another. No knew what to do or how to control an unruly child and uncontrollable, who cried and cried and destroyed everything they could lay their hands. When there was nothing to grab, he tore off his clothes and pulled her hair, often hurt myself. Initially, social workers in charge of his case and the adoptive parents had tried to find out what was what made this child in a mad uncontrollable, but no matter what I tried, nothing worked. Over time his case had been put in the hard basket and the problem had been resolved by its derivation from family to family.

Observers had been able to read the mind of the child, that I have heard that while his character was his furious words of the social partners beat incessantly as a dirge in your brain.

"Well, Jane, and that soon is turning ten and under the regulations it is time that tells you something about yourself.

Firstly you are not an orphan. You have a family, except that when you were born his parents decided to place in foster care, as they already had five other children. Being in justifying support pension its decision that the mouth to feed would have been too. Unfortunately for you, when you give up, their parents since the condition can not be take place.

The social worker had continued with his monotone voice, but Jane had stopped listening, she understood what was said, everything was clear now. Not surprisingly, when prospective parents had been brought into the house to see the children for adoption, was immediately identified with a company 'does not can be taken out '

These words had been branded in the memory of Jane in the same way cattle are branded with hot iron. Until that day had been convinced she was not adopted because it was something different about her. Over the years he had reconciled with the fact that they will being an orphan, who was until his tenth birthday. In this eventful day of quiet and affectionate child suddenly became a rebel without apparent reason, these events became a regular part of their behavior. From that day had been a foster home after another. Again, the inevitable change to a new foster home came after the fight with Nick, but unlike previous times, this time it was an ultimatum. If she does not behave place would be next a home run the government.

The last chance for Jane was with a family that already had seven other children, which would be the greatest. The family lived in Wattle-stream, a coastal town 500 km away from where she was. The dry voice of the officers had returned.

'Please go to pack their things Jane, the train leaves in an hour. I hope you realize that this is your last chance to be part of a family. The next time you will be placed in a home.

Mary and Sam do not have children of their own, and this is the reason I have become foster parents, who could not love the children's own. All children under his care has progressed wonderfully …………'

At this point a sigh escaped from the lips of official.

"Hopefully the same thing will happen before the age of sixteen years and is no longer under the system state. The way they are now, not even your parents love you. You can consider yourself very fortunate that the dictionary have agreed to carry it out.

Jane had taken the news in silence, she was accustomed to hear these words every time he went to live with her new family, but this time did not matter, because a fact that appeared to have been forgotten by the social worker, in twelve months time would be sixteen. This means that very soon going to be free, and not under state care. Finally, it would be able to go where he will definitely not return to their natural parents had rejected her. No more having to listen to social workers to be told what to do and live with people who did not want. With a defiant look in her eyes that she had turned her back and had left the room pack their few belongings.

The train ride to the acacia Rose Town Creek long and tedious, stopping at each station and the time that Jane was their destination was exhausted and bored stiff sitting there not been an exchange of words. Your Price I. POD was broken so there was no music. Making matters worse was voracious. The little money he had given was only enough to buy a cake and an apple, just enough to fill a growing teen for the duration of the journey.

To take his mind off his hunger and the uncertainty of the future, Jane had focused on other passengers, trying to know what kind of people they were. She really enjoyed the game because he did not just pass the time, but I knew that when people realized that they were being observed, most of them started uneasily in their seats and show signs of being uncomfortable, I could almost hear their thoughts. "Why do I look? Is there something wrong with me? Ja, youth, always to no good. I wonder where is all by itself? Those who try and keep your eyes soon gave up looking a little embarrassed: Jane was very good at this game. Many times people had seats even move. But there is no such thing this time, the train was full.

As Jane stood on the platform of acacia-stream, looked around to see if anyone had come to meet her, she felt a little apprehensive, it was late and not had the address. They had forgotten that she was coming? Was there really a family called Mr and Mrs Collins or had been placed on a train without money to get rid it once and for all?

She looked at the people, but few were ingrosso all your luggage and soon left, leaving her alone. With nervousness never felt before, wondering what to do next, including the station chief was gone because his train had been the last of the day.

As Jane reached down to pick up his small suitcase felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. She literally jumped out of fear, but at the same time it was closed fist well as to swing a punch he had touched. A friendly smile and deep with the speed of lightning caught his wrist

"Now, now Jane, this is not the way to meet your father again. Sorry, I was late but had to stop at the pharmacy before it closed. I had to choose the formula for a new baby, three of them need more than the average family.

Without waiting for an answer took the suitcase and backpack and walked quickly from the station without turning to see if Jane was following.

Jane was speechless. Even his angry reply had evaporated into nothing, Mr. Collins was the man stranger who had ever known. His tone was casual, but friendly at the same time. When she had looked into his eyes all he saw was the kindness. Its words were as soft as a caress, while at the same time very strong. Looking from behind seemed as big as a mountain, high and wide enough probably large to intimidate even a fighter. Jane almost had to run to keep up with his long strides …

When he finally arrived the car you are in for another surprise. Instead of opening the driver's seat, "which opened the passenger door by holding her to enter Jane stared in disbelief: nobody had done it for her before.

Even without saying a word I made sure it was securely fastened, packed his bags on the seat back and finally settled on the steering wheel turning on the engine came to life as a purring kitten.

"I do not think the car would dare to give you any problems "

Jane thought to herself. Without looking back, as if instinctively went behind his old life, which was established curiosity to know the rest of the family.

It was not until he had beaten the main road to Sam Collins spoke again.

"All the world in the country is waiting to meet you. The children have never had an older sister before, so hopefully will not disappoint. Mary is very busy with baby and toddlers from. That means you can not always give the most as long as you like. I do what I can, but very often the size of me in the way "

With this, he laughed and without even realizing Jane laughed very well see this big man playing hide and seek or stooping to play ball. But she stopped herself short, fails to respond, she would not fall again into the trap of liking someone so he could be hurt again.

He turned his head to concentrate on the scenery which was one of the most beautiful he had ever seen.

The picturesque city is in a deep valley surrounded by rolling green hills overlooking the sea. majestic trees were everywhere and all the houses had large gardens that extend between the hills looking down at the center of the city with its ancient buildings, but well maintained, churches and gardens. All the streets were lined with acacia trees. A wide river flowed City by giving the whole place the feel of a painting, and he had put the name of the city had done well.

She wondered what part dictionary city had their home, but to his surprise Sam left the main road and began driving up a hill.

As if reading their thoughts, stopped the car in a parking space and said quietly.

'Go out and see the bay and their new home, this is the best time of day view and if you look closely you will see your new family waiting at the door "

As if in a daze, Jane did as she said. Looked in Sam was saying and could only see a big white house on top of the hill with wide open spaces. The way it would have placed great ocean views, while the back was surrounded by hills that were cultivated by a large vineyard

Jane had to recover breath and call upon all forces to keep the exclamation of surprise and joy that was about to escape his lips.

So far he had lived in normal houses, often under conditions of overcrowding and always in the suburbs. This had to be a dream or a mistake.

"I was sent to the wrong place and family. There will be a phone call to say it was a 'mistake. Eyes stinging with tears got in the car and closed the door she was not not even going to unpack.

Instead of starting the engine, Sam placed his big hands on the wheel and while looking at his house in the distance, said in a serious tone.

'You can call me dad as children do, but if you prefer Sam will be fine, which is short for Samuel and my wife Mary. We discussed this issue when we asked if we could take in both Mary and I felt that as they were much older than other children to choose. Now let's go home safely will succeed, for taking so long "

These last words of Jane gave some assurance that it maybe the last part of his life as a child left would not be so bad after all.

"This is where you get off young!

Jane was rocked back to reality. Thank God the driver knew that all passengers got off. She thanked him, grabbed his backpack and ran, "she still had another ten minute walk to the hill but she did not mind this, really enjoyed it because it made her happier home.

Like the first day of Mary and seven children always waiting at the front door to welcome her home. That first day, what had happened just eight months ago, is going to stay with Jane for the rest of his life. As I walked down the hill towards the big white house that revived his arrival to his new foster family.

Sam had left the car in front of the house style white brick ranch, with its arched balconies. Beautiful red and white climbing roses grew around them giving a sense of entry into a pink palace …

At the door was a smiling woman assumed it was Mary Jane the wife of Sam. He looked in his forty years and was nowhere near as high as her husband. A mass of black hair Curly framed a sweet and serene face. In his arms had a boy of about ten months. Along with his Jane has six children. As he looked immediately notice that each child had a disability. What she had thought there were three carriages were actually wheelchairs, but the joyful expression of children sitting them give up their hands, made his flaws disappear. Behind them were three other people, two women and one man.

As she approached, the eldest son which meant that about seven wheels of his chair toward her and handed her a bouquet of red roses with a pink ribbon.

"These are for you … Welcome to our family Jane

Little by little all the other children walked slowly forward with shy smiles on their faces and their arms outstretched, when they met to around. Without realizing it was still doing it, Jane knelt and tried to hug them all at once. Never in his life had been so well received and shows love. Each Once he had reached a new shelter had been met at the door of his new foster mother of the house rules, even before she had entered the door. After showing her the room to share, she walked away to continue their tasks without end, never a genuine smile or a word of welcome by her or anyone else in the family, not today.

When Jane finally stood up looked at Sam and Mary, who wanted to put his arms around of the two, but all I could do was look at them, with tears on his face and muttered,

'Thank you for taking me "

As Jane approached the house, she noticed a red car in front of the house. She did not recognize as belonging to one of his friends what he means someone who did not know was visiting. A sudden thought made her freeze on the spot. Was anyone interested in one of the smallest? Even if someone had a disability may have come to see them? Jane ran the last few hundred yards from the front door. Thank God, all children were there waiting for her

"It good, are not looked over, she thought with a sigh of relief.

Cathy, the child of six years took her hand, pulling it inside the house saying

"Jane, we have another little sister, who has another little sister, but …"

Do not listen to Cathy, Jane quickly through the front door. At the time they did hear the cry of a newborn baby coming from the back of the house.

Jane and the children went toward the back of the house where the kitchen and family room and immediately saw what could only have been a social worker with a farmer looks at the face to talk to Mary Sam, John and Myrtle Jane only caught the last word

'… We just do not know where to place until adequate housing can find. "

Since arriving at Wattle Creek Jane had not lost its character once, but cold words said by the official pointed out the red. In an instant he remembered the can of Coke poured and immediately understood the meaning. The ugly face of Medusa represents people dealing with unwanted children. For social workers to these children were nothing more than a name with a number next to it. Someone who needs to be placed somewhere and forgotten, so they could proceed to the next case. The children's emotional needs were not taken into account. Here at the shelter who had been face to face with representing the worst period of his young life.

Jane was about to attack, but before he could say anything, Sam was at his side. His big arm around the shoulders of a strict control but gentle, not uttered a single word, but his touch calmed. Gently guide to the baby capsule holding the baby crying, Jane saw a newborn infant whose little face was so much pain.

Without knowing why, she knelt and placed his hand on the baby's forehead is the gently caress. Al the child immediately stopped crying, turning his head toward Jane. In doing so, he opened his eyes, but rather if eyes had not Jane knew what they were, were two milky white students deep in their sockets.

Jane felt all adults looked as if expecting a reaction, but failed. Gradually triggered the safety belt, lifted the capsule and cradling her tenderly in his arms. As if by magic, the boy left to mourn and located further to Jane. The social worker gasped in surprise.

"Well I never? This baby has been crying since he was found. If I had not seen it myself I would not have believed. "

Without removing the baby's eyes, Jane asked in a voice almost as if talking to herself.

"What age? Where next? "

"She was found in a trash container for twelve days by a council worker. One of the men always looking for anything of value was looking at the drawers when he heard a strange gasp. "I only had a couple of hours old and still had the umbilical cord attached to it and mucus in the mouth. In the hospital the doctors were amazed how not drowned or bled to death. We believe it was dumped their eyes.

When I woke up this morning said that since he was taken to hospital, has not ceased to mourn, is until now. And thanks for taking within so short. "The social worker concluded the official voice dry.

At this time, Mary took the narrative

"This morning a quarter past nine we were notified that there was a baby in need of attention. Apparently, the first three places in which they took had refused to keep because of his constant crying, and who know us, always ready to take on difficult cases, "concluded Mary with a smile of tenderness that everything she told Jane wanted to hear.

Turning to the officer with a company and the cold tone of his voice Jane said quietly: "You can leave now, are not necessary. This baby is home with his family.

About the Author

I have always wanted to write short stories and finally i gathered enough courage to do so. Please do not hesitate to pass comments.

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