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Ib's POV:
"I don't want to go with Aunt Hannah! I want to stay with Garry!" It was true I knew Garry better and I had only met my Aunt once when she came to visit. Her and my mother didn't get along very well. Her visit ended when my mother kicked her out after some sort argument. Also, if I had another nightmare about that dreaded gallery, she'd think I was crazy. My parents did. Only Garry would understand…
"Please let me stay with Garry?" I pleaded. "I don't want to leave New York! I like my school!" By now I was crying and everyone was staring. I didn't want to leave. I grew up here. All my memories of my parents were in this city. It was my home.
Garry's POV:
I gave the policeman a stunned look. "And how do you feel about this? Would you mind taking her in?" the policeman said, eying me. I was still pretty shocked. I snapped out of it and I finally nodded my head. "N-no I wouldn't mind."
It seemed weird, but I couldn't let Ib end up in foster care or with some relative in a state far away where she didn't even want to go. Besides, I've babysitted Ib overnight before and it wasn't so bad. How hard could parenting be, anyway?
"Of course, you'll have to take this up with a judge," he said. He gave me some numbers for a lawyer.
Garry's POV:
The case went pretty well. The judge had agreed to let Ib stay with me but on one condition: that we have a social worker come to my home every month to check on her progress until the addoption forms were completed. Also, according to the judge, Ib had to receive therapy for the loss of her parents. Even though I knew she would probably be ok even without the therapy. She was a very strong girl, after all.
We gathered all of Ib's belongings from her house and we were on our way back to my apartment.