Like Godfather, she's not gonna be alone. You see, I'm going along with the real plot! Don't kill me!!!
I woke up next to 2 people. A man and a woman. We were both under a blanket. Hanna and Gregory became my friends in the past week. They would help me when I'd have problems. You see, I'd sit up suddenly, get very light headed, and sometimes pass out. Of course, both of them would freak and do everything they could to wake me up.
Every other day, the church feeds all of the homeless with a program they call STONE SOUP. No one asked any questions about why I was homeless. Everyone thought we were a family and these 2 didn't ask. We were like a family who didn't know anything about each other. Although, we all listened to each other when we did talk.
Well, that's how I ended up here. I'm happy, but sad at the same time. I brought them to the winter concert on my birthday and I couldn't help but say hi to Mr. Hickory, the band director.
"Can I help you?" he asked as he saw me staring at him. "Sophie?!"
"If you care about me at all, Mr. Hickory, you won't tell anyone you saw me here today." I sighed. "Though, I know you can't do that, it's your job, right?"
He nodded.
"I just wanted you to tell my sisters that I am happy now. Tell the band I am sorry for bailing on them" I sighed.
"And your parents, do you want me to tell them anything?"
"Tell my mother I am sorry for not doing the dishes before I ran off and tell my father to punch the wall next time. It still hurts like a bitch."
"What! Sophie, did he hit you?"
I had already run off, tears pouring down my cheeks. I met up with Hanna and Gregory outside and we walked back to the snow cover we call a home. It's located 3 blocks from the church.
"That band was good but they didn't have that big long thingy" Hanna told me, making out what I guessed was her best interpretation of a pole with her hands.
"I was their bassoon player" I sighed.
"That's it!" She couldn't think of the name.
Another night of dumpster diving. We did it when the church wasn't feeding us. That was when we would look for anything we could use.
"How can such a small girl play such a big interment?" Gregory laughed.
"Long fingers" I sighed.
He started to crack up, getting something sick-minded out of that.
I rolled my eyes. "Get your mind out of the gutter."
"But I like it in there" he laughed in his 'hidden meaning' time. Pervert.
"Shh!" Hanna hissed.
There was a pause then the sound of a baby screaming. We all dove into the garbage and uncovered a little baby wrapped in a pink blanket.
"It's been…" I said slowly.
"…Abandoned" Gregory finished for me.
"She's a newborn girl!" Hanna squealed covering the baby back up.
For the next 2 days, I was taking care of her. I would usually stay sitting, still having problems with my head. Hanna had named her Melissa. When I had to sleep, Hanna would entertain Melissa by imitating a bee. Hanna loved Melissa. And, for Melissa's sake – we all knew – we had to find her a real family. No baby should be raised as homeless.
A few days later, we were traveling again. I was holding Melissa but that didn't stop Gregory from complaining.
"How long have we been walking? I am dying here!" he moaned.
I was starting to get tiered as well.
"We can rest there" Hanna said, pointing to a cemetery.
"I'm not dead yet!" Gregory snapped.
Even Melissa seemed to think that was funny.
"Why'd you want to come to this town, anyway?" Hanna asked when we found a good spot under a tree.
"This is the town I used to live in. I wanted to see how my daughter was doing" Gregory mumbled the last part under his breath.
We still heard him. "You had a daughter?" Hanna and I both gasped at the same time.
If you have not watched Tokyo Godfather, than I suggest you do. It's awesome.
Oh, and she got punched in the head and got damage up there. Unlike the real story, she is hurt already and really is scared to go back.
