Chapter 4: Saying goodbye
Saying goodbye is one of most hurtful things ever. Delivering the message of my adoption to her. We wondered how the people who are adopting me didn't consider my age and just decided to adopt me. She seemed excited for me but deep down I feel she was not so happy. I really feel pity for her. She has lived alone,unloved her whole life. No one must have to live like that. I wish I could just take her with me. I wrapped my hand around her. She has been a really friend to me, she has comforted me when I was wrecked when I first got here, she helped me put the pieces together. I just had to hug her before I took my exit. I really hope we meet again oneday.
After our hug session I took my leave. After the final paperwork I was made to finally see my foster parents. They had a Porsche waiting for me outside. Once again I allowed my thirst and lust for money takeover my senses. They had a personal driver who took my luggages and placed them in the car. Wow!. Mrs Davis, new mother escorted me to the car while my Mr Frank, my new dad had to be escused to receive a phone call. I just couldn't believe that I was going to sit in a Porsche. The only times I ever sat in an expensive car was back when I got some rich men to drive to their luxury condo. I feel really dirty when I recollect how I did really outrageous things and it eats me alive.
When I entered the car, I saw a girl with a dark brown coloured hair, she had the same hair colour as Mrs Davis but she sure had Mr Frank's face. She was busy looking at her phone. She didn't lift her head to say anything but just kept her entire concentration on her phone. Since she didn't look away from her phone, I decided not to say a 'hi'.
Within a few minutes, the journey had started. Mrs Davis asked questions about my life. I told her about the murder of my parents. As I narrated the story, I felt my blood boiling from within, I started realizing that so far I haven't heard anything from the Police. I don't know if they have apprehended the culprit. The rage started filling my heart.
After narrating the story and of course leaving out the prostitution basically and the whole going to the strip club thing. They would probably see me as a bad girl and I don't want them to see me that way . They were series of questions like I was in an interview. I was getting a little bit irritated because I really hate answering so many questions.
Eventually the mini interview ended and there was total silence, I didn't think about the girl. She blasted music in her ear and all I was wishing was for her to just lose her sense of hearing. I guess since her parents have seem rich, she may be one of those girls who think they are better than others and I don't care about her.
We slowly started approaching the house and I thought I was seeing wrong. Their house is just huge. Mrs Davis pointed it to me from far away and I opened my eyes wide to make sure that I was seeing right. That house could be worth more than a hundred million dollars. I mean wow but I tried not to be so into it. I have learnt a valuable lesson for loving money, wealth, riches over my sanity, my self worth. It doesn't take us anywhere.