Please read “About this project and the Author” for more information on my project. In this excerpt taken from the biographical part of my story, Daryl meets yet again a new family.
“…I still have a few days left to spend with Gerard and Grace before I leave, which I try and use to mentally prepare myself for a return to Ville Joie, a move that has repeated itself every time things didn’t worked out with a family. A move that has also offered a much needed period of comfort, a buffer zone for the mind and soul, thanks to the familiar surroundings and the friendly faces within its walls.
Except I’m told there will be no such move to Happy Town this time around. I will be moving in straight with another family with no time to re-adjust, to regroup. No time to mourn the loss of one identity and no time to wish and prepare for the next one. There is a difference between feeling fear, which was a steady state of mind before I moved in with Gerard and Grace, and being indeed afraid. I have never been as afraid as I am right now and spend my remaining my days as Daryl D. keeping to myself and apprehending where life will to take me next.
On my tenth birthday, Danielle picks me up after school and drives me a local restaurant to meet with those who will soon be my new family. I am to meet with them first, then visit their home after which I will return with Gerard and Grace for a few more days before I have to leave them for good.
My new parents look great and appear to be very kind. Since it is my birthday, they treat me to a gigantic dessert and my new mom even gives me two dollars. Before we leave to visit their home, I get the choice of riding with my new mother in a comfortable Monte Carlo or with my new father in a big 4×4. I’m a ten year old boy so, of course I have my eyes on the pick-up truck. We drive for about twenty minutes and arrive at their home, a beautiful house by a wide river. The instant I get out of the truck, I am greeted by a big Collie named Charlemagne, who is nothing short of the nicest dog in the world. He playfully steals one of my mittens and dares me to chase him in the snow for it, which I gladly do for a few minutes.
We go inside the house for a tour. It has been built only a few ago and as such, some of the rooms haven’t even been carpeted yet. There is a nice feel to the inside of this house and a pleasant aroma all around. A fragrance really, sweet and discreet enough that it doesn’t weigh too much on the sense upon walking inside. It reminds me of something but at the moment I can’t put my finger on what it brings back to the surface. Call it a déjà vu for the mind and soul.
We go take a look upstairs where I am given the choice of my own bedroom out of three available. Feeling a little insecure in this big foreign house, I choose the one closest to my new parent’s room. We sit for a few minutes in the living room, until it is time for me to return to my current family, the one I will soon have to leave behind, and finish things up with them.
After Danielle drops me off, I tell Gerard and Grace all about what just happened. I tell them how my new parents have a nice house, two cars and a great big dog. They are genuinely happy for me but there is something unnatural about the scene; I’m telling my soon to be former family how great it was to meet my soon to be new family…”
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