A girl was reading intently,
Lost in an imaginary world.
A creak in the floor, a shift in the light
Pulled the girl from the pages.
Curiosity flooded her eyes
As she saw her mother standing before her,
Shifting from foot to foot.
“We need to talk. It’s important.”
Those words were a door.
It opened a conversation that changed the girl’s life.
As her mother pondered over her next words,
The girl clutched her blanket.
The red blanket that arrived on her doorstep a week ago,
Crammed in a rainbow gift bag,
Accompanied by 15 pairs of cheap plastic earrings,
A stuffed unicorn
And a purple pillow, that will reside on the girl’s bed,
Well into her teen years.
Happy Valentines Day!
The gift was sent by no other than her ever-absent
It wasn’t a valentine.
It wasn’t a simple gift.
It was a goodbye.
“You’re getting adopted.”
The words were a whirlwind,
Leaving her mind scrambling.
A young nine year old girl,
Trying not to drown as the currents engulfed her.
Her sister and brother.
They’d be erased from existence,
Ignored from then on.
She looked up from her red blanket, into her mother’s anxious face.
“Is this what you want? It was your dad’s idea”
The words were meant to be reassuring.
“That sounds great!”
For her mother’s sake.
Her mother slipped back through the door,
And the girl curled into her blanket, tears sliding down her face.
She couldn’t wait to lose herself in an imaginary world,
So she opened her book
And got pulled into the pages.