She traveled across the country, on planes, and trains, and
automobiles, and busses. She was tired, hungry, cold, and lonely. As much
as she needed a warm bed and some food, she needed a friend.
"Well, if this doesn't work, I can always sing on the street for al living," she would joke to herself often.
Her wet short-cropped auburn hair clung to her head as she first walked into Community General Hospital. The air conditioning in addition with the rain made the atmosphere incredibly chilly, and she instinctively pulled her jacket closer to her. She went to a receptionist and pulled out a piece of paper.
"Excuse me, ma'am. Can you tell me where I can find a," she read from the paper, "Jesse Travis?" she asked, struggling to hide her East Tennessee accent. She was not successful.
"Oh, I just LOVE your accent!" the receptionist said. The red-haired girl tried to not grimace, but soon gave up the ghost.
"Where can I find Jesse Travis? It's a simple question," she said, trying hard to contain the full force of her rising anger. A blond-haired man with the bluest eyes the girl had seen walked up to her.
"I'm Jesse Travis. Can I help you?" he asked.
"I hope so. Um-can I talk to you," she shot a look at the receptionist, "in private?"
"Sure. I'm just getting off my shift." He ushered her to an empty patient room. She sat on the bed. He sat in the chair.
"I am Elizabeth Danielle Travis. My biological father, I found out six months ago, is Dane Travis."
"T-that's my father," Jesse said in a whisper.
"I'm glad. I'm SO glad! After 3 months of traveling and dead ends and mistaken identity, I have come to the beginning of a new road. I have found my brother." She smiled for the first time in 6 months. Jesse got up and squeezed Elizabeth tightly. She began to cry--the release of her frustration from the past months-softly at first, but soon choked sobs filled the room, and not just from Liz. Jesse was crying just as hard.
"Well, if this doesn't work, I can always sing on the street for al living," she would joke to herself often.
Her wet short-cropped auburn hair clung to her head as she first walked into Community General Hospital. The air conditioning in addition with the rain made the atmosphere incredibly chilly, and she instinctively pulled her jacket closer to her. She went to a receptionist and pulled out a piece of paper.
"Excuse me, ma'am. Can you tell me where I can find a," she read from the paper, "Jesse Travis?" she asked, struggling to hide her East Tennessee accent. She was not successful.
"Oh, I just LOVE your accent!" the receptionist said. The red-haired girl tried to not grimace, but soon gave up the ghost.
"Where can I find Jesse Travis? It's a simple question," she said, trying hard to contain the full force of her rising anger. A blond-haired man with the bluest eyes the girl had seen walked up to her.
"I'm Jesse Travis. Can I help you?" he asked.
"I hope so. Um-can I talk to you," she shot a look at the receptionist, "in private?"
"Sure. I'm just getting off my shift." He ushered her to an empty patient room. She sat on the bed. He sat in the chair.
"I am Elizabeth Danielle Travis. My biological father, I found out six months ago, is Dane Travis."
"T-that's my father," Jesse said in a whisper.
"I'm glad. I'm SO glad! After 3 months of traveling and dead ends and mistaken identity, I have come to the beginning of a new road. I have found my brother." She smiled for the first time in 6 months. Jesse got up and squeezed Elizabeth tightly. She began to cry--the release of her frustration from the past months-softly at first, but soon choked sobs filled the room, and not just from Liz. Jesse was crying just as hard.