Aegis

Preface

When I was younger I used to dream about being taken away, far away, to a place where I would be safe, warm and cared for. I used to dream that my mother would come. She would be tall and elegant, exuding a calm but regal air. She would smell of tiger lily perfume and coconut shampoo with an undertone of honeysuckle and orchids. Her voice would be light and dulcet, with a slight Greek accent.

This is what I used to dream of. But it was only a dream. And when I woke up, reality hit me once again. I would be lying on a cold, dirty bed in a run-down orphanage on the outskirts of New York City. Sunlight would filter through the dusty blinds placed haphazardly over the windows. I would be able to hear the breathing of the other four children I shared the miniscule, grimy room.

But that was then, when I was helpless, when I was too young to be able to look after myself. I am now 16, no longer living in that awful place, but in a place with friends and the people I now call my family. My name is Autumn, and this is my story.