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Collins sat on the subway, plagued by memories that he had kept suppressed for the last eight years. Ever since he had started decided to adopt, over a year ago, the secret he'd kept ever since he'd met any of his current friends had threatened to burst forth.
"Darling, I just think it's so very honorable that you are helping out a foster child."
Oh, it's nothing really…"
"Don't be silly, of course it is!"
"Well, I guess you're right. I am doing society a great service."
Ten-year-old Tom Collins sat in his room, eavesdropping on the two wealthy women's conversation, growing more infuriated by the second. Dong a society a great service!? That's what everyone had said when the Murray's got two akitas from the humane society. He was no better than a dog to them.
Of course, he was treated well. Nice room, good food, comfortable clothes. It's just the way they talked about him when he wasn't around that bothered him. He didn't care about the room, the food or the clothes. He hated them all. He hated mainstream society, he hated dogs. He hated being a foster child.
It was true. Collins had been a foster child. He hadn't even told Angel………….
"………And then my parents kicked me out, and I ended up here somehow," Angel finished, "What about you?"
"Huh?" Angel had, once again, managed to take Collins by surprise.
"What was your childhood like, silly?"
"Oh…. uh... pretty uneventful. Grew up in the suburbs, parents were strict, I became an anarchist, wound up here." Collins stammered out.
"But aren't' there any funny stories or anything?" Angel pressed.
"Uh, none that come to mind." He was usually such a good liar!
"Oh, okay." Angel didn't believe him, but she decided to let it go. He would tell her if he wanted.
He had lied to her. He had lied to his Angel. He would never forgive himself. He remembered the exact day he'd decided to adopt.
"Oh, do you remember this?" Mimi asked, holding up a flashy silver mini-dress Angel had worn on her last New Year's.
"Yeah, I do." Collins replied. They were going through Angel's stuff. It was February. Mimi had been in the hospital for a month. Her t-cells were finally in the vicinity of healthy. That's all they could ask for right now.
That's when he remembered the fateful conversation Angel and he had had.
"I'm going to adopt a child." Collins burst out.
Mimi dropped the pair of platform shoes she was holding.
"What!?" she exclaimed.
"Well Angel wanted a kid, and now that I think about it, I want one to. And I'm not exactly going to be with a girl anytime soon, so adoption makes more sense." Collins explained.
"Well. Um. Collins," Mimi said, grasping for the right words, "Don't you think you should think this through first? I mean, maybe you could be a foster parent first, and then see--"
"No!" Collins exclaimed, losing his temper, "do you know what foster kids go through? They get attached to a family, then BAM! Time for the next one1 I will not take part in that!"
"Collins, okay, calm down. I just meant that--"
"No, Mimi, I'm going to do this. I want to do this."
The others hadn't been much more supportive. But Collins wouldn't be swayed. This was Angel's dream. This was his dream. This was—this was his stop. Collins got off, and walked to his destination. He stopped in front of the gray brick building whose sign read St. Peter's Children's' Home. Collins paused in front of the doorway.
"For you Angel."
And with that, he walked in.
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