Later at my new house:
Aunt Constance: Well I hope that you like it here Megan. I know its probably going to be a relief to get away from that horrible child who constantly tried to bully you. Since its been a slightly longer trip than what I told you at first would you like to take a short nap then maybe change into something a bit more comfortable then have something to eat?
Can I please? As in can I please do all of the above? Aunt Constance: You only need to ask once my dear. I may be about 3 times your age plus a few years, but that doesn't mean I can't hear you when you speak. I'm sorry aunt Constance. Aunt Constance: Perhaps we need to work on something else as well. For now though, its probably a good idea if we both take a chance to relax and unwind a bit before we think about trying to get to know one another a bit more. Do you agree with that Megan?
*Nods*
Aunt Constance: Very well then. Let me show you to your room. *Which she does* *Blinks, looking at the slightly sparse and Spartan furnishings* I see. I am expected to take what I have brought with me, and claim this temporary space as my own with the mementos and what other things that I have which are salvaged from before my remaining family was torn apart, right? Aunt Constance: You're a quick study. The social worker did mention that was one of your strong points. Since you know what is expected of you, niece of mine who is as welcome here, as what she was with my brother and my sister in law, I will leave you to your task. *And at that, my new aunt makes good on her promise*
Slightly later:
Aunt Constance: Well how was your nap Megan?
*Stretches, trying to get the kinks from being in a strange bed after being in a car for longer than I would've liked* It was good. I like how you knew to get me a comforter that was as soft as what I remember the one at the foster home being, and that the sheets were fresh from the package as well, almost as if they were purchased and never taken from the packaging. Aunt Constance: *Chuckles at my honesty* That's because they were purchased about 4 days prior to my finalizing your temporary adoption, then kept in a drawer removed from the package. It was only this morning, early, that I placed them on your bed and then went to fetch you to bring you here. And I thank you again, for being so thoughtful.
Aunt Constance: It was my pleasure. Now, what would you like to eat sweetie? Oh don't go to any trouble for me. If you have some leftovers in the fridge, that will be good enough for me. Aunt Constance: Well I can see that you aren't going to be much trouble to deal with. That's good. It shows that my brother and his wife, then your replacement parents, taught you that you should think for yourself, and try not to disagree with someone who might want to help you when you need some guidance in certain critical matters. Since you mentioned that leftovers were good enough for this abrupt dinner, then that's what we will do. I'll let you pick out what looks good to you, from what is in the fridge, then warm up enough for the both of us. Is that acceptable for you Megan? Perfectly fine for me, thank you. *At that she tends to her chore and before too long she has filled not only my stomach, but her own as well with enough food to tide us over until tomorrow sometime* Aunt Constance: Well that was as good the second time around, as what it was the first. Now my girl, shall we do the dishes? Sure. *Which we do*
Later:
Aunt Constance: Well you are both helpful, and polite. Two more traits you have your parents to thank for instilling in you. *Blushes slightly* That sounded like my foster mother when you said that about me. She was always complimenting me on how well behaved I was, as opposed to some of the other children which they had to raise. Aunt Constance: I didn't notice if you had a picture of my nephew and my other niece. What were their names? Scott and Molly? *Nods* I have a picture of when they presented Molly to me for the first time and I was allowed to hold her. And I think I might have one from when my older brother was placed in a similar situation with me, when I was adopted. Would you like to see both of them?
Aunt Constance: I would. They are upstairs correct, in your room?
*Nods again* Aunt Constance: Well then. Why don't we both go up there and you can show them to me? I'd love to! *And just like that we head for my room. Once there, she sits on the bed as I bring the photographs over to where she sits and she looks at me, and then my sister in turn before speaking* Aunt Constance: If I didn't know better, I would swear that you and your adopted younger sister had the same mother. You both had the same downy, flaxen colored hair when you were 'fresh from the oven.' *Squints at the pictures, one after the other, starting with the one of Molly* Hey, you're right. Huh. I wonder why that's so? Aunt Constance: Perhaps that is a mystery best left for another day. For now though my girl, its way past your bedtime, as it is mine. So what say we both call it a day, and sleep in late tomorrow, since it's the weekend?
Sounds good to me aunt Constance. Aunt Constance: *After kissing me on the forehead* Well good night then and pleasant dreams Megan. *At that she leaves and I change for bed then crawl into it, tucking myself in after I remember to say my prayers, and kiss with the lingering traces of the smooch from my lips on my fingertips, both of the pictures that reside near the one of me, and my adoptive parents. Those who raised me first. Once that is done, I crawl back into bed and shut off the light, drifting off to sleep shortly afterwards*
Aunt Constance: Well I hope that you like it here Megan. I know its probably going to be a relief to get away from that horrible child who constantly tried to bully you. Since its been a slightly longer trip than what I told you at first would you like to take a short nap then maybe change into something a bit more comfortable then have something to eat?
Can I please? As in can I please do all of the above? Aunt Constance: You only need to ask once my dear. I may be about 3 times your age plus a few years, but that doesn't mean I can't hear you when you speak. I'm sorry aunt Constance. Aunt Constance: Perhaps we need to work on something else as well. For now though, its probably a good idea if we both take a chance to relax and unwind a bit before we think about trying to get to know one another a bit more. Do you agree with that Megan?
*Nods*
Aunt Constance: Very well then. Let me show you to your room. *Which she does* *Blinks, looking at the slightly sparse and Spartan furnishings* I see. I am expected to take what I have brought with me, and claim this temporary space as my own with the mementos and what other things that I have which are salvaged from before my remaining family was torn apart, right? Aunt Constance: You're a quick study. The social worker did mention that was one of your strong points. Since you know what is expected of you, niece of mine who is as welcome here, as what she was with my brother and my sister in law, I will leave you to your task. *And at that, my new aunt makes good on her promise*
Slightly later:
Aunt Constance: Well how was your nap Megan?
*Stretches, trying to get the kinks from being in a strange bed after being in a car for longer than I would've liked* It was good. I like how you knew to get me a comforter that was as soft as what I remember the one at the foster home being, and that the sheets were fresh from the package as well, almost as if they were purchased and never taken from the packaging. Aunt Constance: *Chuckles at my honesty* That's because they were purchased about 4 days prior to my finalizing your temporary adoption, then kept in a drawer removed from the package. It was only this morning, early, that I placed them on your bed and then went to fetch you to bring you here. And I thank you again, for being so thoughtful.
Aunt Constance: It was my pleasure. Now, what would you like to eat sweetie? Oh don't go to any trouble for me. If you have some leftovers in the fridge, that will be good enough for me. Aunt Constance: Well I can see that you aren't going to be much trouble to deal with. That's good. It shows that my brother and his wife, then your replacement parents, taught you that you should think for yourself, and try not to disagree with someone who might want to help you when you need some guidance in certain critical matters. Since you mentioned that leftovers were good enough for this abrupt dinner, then that's what we will do. I'll let you pick out what looks good to you, from what is in the fridge, then warm up enough for the both of us. Is that acceptable for you Megan? Perfectly fine for me, thank you. *At that she tends to her chore and before too long she has filled not only my stomach, but her own as well with enough food to tide us over until tomorrow sometime* Aunt Constance: Well that was as good the second time around, as what it was the first. Now my girl, shall we do the dishes? Sure. *Which we do*
Later:
Aunt Constance: Well you are both helpful, and polite. Two more traits you have your parents to thank for instilling in you. *Blushes slightly* That sounded like my foster mother when you said that about me. She was always complimenting me on how well behaved I was, as opposed to some of the other children which they had to raise. Aunt Constance: I didn't notice if you had a picture of my nephew and my other niece. What were their names? Scott and Molly? *Nods* I have a picture of when they presented Molly to me for the first time and I was allowed to hold her. And I think I might have one from when my older brother was placed in a similar situation with me, when I was adopted. Would you like to see both of them?
Aunt Constance: I would. They are upstairs correct, in your room?
*Nods again* Aunt Constance: Well then. Why don't we both go up there and you can show them to me? I'd love to! *And just like that we head for my room. Once there, she sits on the bed as I bring the photographs over to where she sits and she looks at me, and then my sister in turn before speaking* Aunt Constance: If I didn't know better, I would swear that you and your adopted younger sister had the same mother. You both had the same downy, flaxen colored hair when you were 'fresh from the oven.' *Squints at the pictures, one after the other, starting with the one of Molly* Hey, you're right. Huh. I wonder why that's so? Aunt Constance: Perhaps that is a mystery best left for another day. For now though my girl, its way past your bedtime, as it is mine. So what say we both call it a day, and sleep in late tomorrow, since it's the weekend?
Sounds good to me aunt Constance. Aunt Constance: *After kissing me on the forehead* Well good night then and pleasant dreams Megan. *At that she leaves and I change for bed then crawl into it, tucking myself in after I remember to say my prayers, and kiss with the lingering traces of the smooch from my lips on my fingertips, both of the pictures that reside near the one of me, and my adoptive parents. Those who raised me first. Once that is done, I crawl back into bed and shut off the light, drifting off to sleep shortly afterwards*