Bling and Cindy kept me busy for the next two days; I barely had time to
think
about that room. But it seemed that Bling always spent time in there, sometimes
yelling. And I'm sure I heard someone yelling back. Cindy always spent part of the
evening in there, and for some reason she always made us do dinner dishes while she
took a clean second plate into the den to watch television or something. I had a
feeling she was feeding someone in that room. Finally on my fifth day with Bling
and Cindy, a letter came from my mom.
"Nicolas:
I should come down there and kick your butt all the way back here. But I'm not. You
worried us all, and Patrick misses you a lot. I noticed the money you took from your
bank account, I'm glad you took it. I kind of expected you to show up in Seattle. I
suppose Bling and Cindy told you everything. You knew you were adopted, but now
you know you were not born in Seattle. Neither was I, I should tell you. I was born
in Wyoming, had a rough childhood and was in hiding in Seattle when I was nineteen
and met Logan. That I know of, Logan was born and raised in Seattle. We both had a
lot of enemies, and finally, one got the man I loved. When he was killed, I got
scared. For myself, for my brothers and sisters in hiding like I was, and especially
for my friends, so I left. I never planned on going to Canada, but I ended up here.
"I made my way across the country, and I found you and Patrick in Quebec, beside a
garbage bin behind a mall. I couldn't stand to see you suffering, so I took you with
me. The only thing I found with you was a slip of paper with two names and two
birthdays. The names were Nicolai and Patric. You only spoke French, but I was
able to talk to you some because I had taken French when I was a kid. You told me
your name was Nicolai, and I taught you English. You started to call me Mama after
only a week together, it scared me, and tried to tell you otherwise, but you insisted
on calling me mama, so I let you.
"I'm sorry I made you run away, but I am glad you know the truth. School will start
soon, if Bling or Cindy do not mind having you around, ask them to enroll you. I will
let you stay, dig up whatever information you want, but please, be careful. It can be
a dangerous place.
Love,
Mom."
~~
about that room. But it seemed that Bling always spent time in there, sometimes
yelling. And I'm sure I heard someone yelling back. Cindy always spent part of the
evening in there, and for some reason she always made us do dinner dishes while she
took a clean second plate into the den to watch television or something. I had a
feeling she was feeding someone in that room. Finally on my fifth day with Bling
and Cindy, a letter came from my mom.
"Nicolas:
I should come down there and kick your butt all the way back here. But I'm not. You
worried us all, and Patrick misses you a lot. I noticed the money you took from your
bank account, I'm glad you took it. I kind of expected you to show up in Seattle. I
suppose Bling and Cindy told you everything. You knew you were adopted, but now
you know you were not born in Seattle. Neither was I, I should tell you. I was born
in Wyoming, had a rough childhood and was in hiding in Seattle when I was nineteen
and met Logan. That I know of, Logan was born and raised in Seattle. We both had a
lot of enemies, and finally, one got the man I loved. When he was killed, I got
scared. For myself, for my brothers and sisters in hiding like I was, and especially
for my friends, so I left. I never planned on going to Canada, but I ended up here.
"I made my way across the country, and I found you and Patrick in Quebec, beside a
garbage bin behind a mall. I couldn't stand to see you suffering, so I took you with
me. The only thing I found with you was a slip of paper with two names and two
birthdays. The names were Nicolai and Patric. You only spoke French, but I was
able to talk to you some because I had taken French when I was a kid. You told me
your name was Nicolai, and I taught you English. You started to call me Mama after
only a week together, it scared me, and tried to tell you otherwise, but you insisted
on calling me mama, so I let you.
"I'm sorry I made you run away, but I am glad you know the truth. School will start
soon, if Bling or Cindy do not mind having you around, ask them to enroll you. I will
let you stay, dig up whatever information you want, but please, be careful. It can be
a dangerous place.
Love,
Mom."
~~