July 2008
Tommy leant down and kissed his daughter on the forehead. He took the necklace out of his pocket and facened it around her neck. He had put a leather rope through his favourite guitar pick. Tommy also had Ava rapped up in her mothers baby blanket. A little peice of both of them for her to have.
He never wanted the kid. But she was so persistant, and so supportive that he was gonna be a good father.
He was so crazy about Amy, he would do anything to make her happy. Unfortunately that ship had sailed.
This precious little girl had caused the death of the only person he had ever loved outside of his family. Tommy could never hate Ava tho. Death during childbirth is so common. It's not Ava's fault. She didn't do anything wrong. He kept telling himself this.
Yet Tommy still found himself at an orphange ready to hand his little girl over.
He just can't look after her. He has no clue what to do with a kid. This adorble little baby would be better off with a nice loving couple who could take care of her needs.
Tommy kissed Ava again.
"Mummy and Daddy love you forever." He whispered against the top of her head.
He got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side, unclipping the car seat and walked Ava to the front door.
He took a deep breath before walking inside.
It was a medium sized reception room. There was a desk at the back to the left, a door next to it. Three chairs lined the right wall and on the left wall ws a shelf with lots of brochures.
A wrinkly old lady greeted him chipily from behind the desk, asking him how his day had been. He was putting his kid in an orphanage, how did she think his day was.
"Can we do this as quickly as possible please." Tommy grumbled.
"Of course. Will you be having an open or closed adoption?"
"Closed. Just make sure she hs her blanket and necklace."
"Ok sir, if you could please just fill out this paper work."
She handed Tommy a booklet of paper work.
Once Tommy had filled everything out he handed it all to the lady. She put on the glasses that were hanging around her neck and flicked through the pages, slightly nodding her head during so.
"This seems all correct Mr Ratliff." She mumbled.
"I have her things in my car. Would you like me to get them?" He asked.
"That would be much appreciated."
Tommy walked out the front door and back to his car. He took the duffel bag out of the boot before going back into the orphange. One he got back inside a woman in what looked to be her early twenties was holding Ava.
"Here's the stuff." Tommy muttered, placing the bag down on one of the chairs.
"Hey I'm Sam. I'm one of the helpers here." Said the young lady holding Ava.
"Tommy." He said wanting to get out of this place as soon as possible.
"Well everything seems to be in order Mr Ratliff. You're free to go. We will call you if there are any problems with the forms." The old lady said giving him the all clear.
Tommy calmly left the building and got into his car. Once inside he crossed his arms across the stering wheel and began to cry.