I still couldn't believe I was on my way to meet my sister, I had no idea what I was even going to say to her. It's not like we had things in common before she left I mean besides that fact that we blood related. I began feeling a bit nervous as the tiny café' came into view. I could always turn back and pretend that I couldn't find the place but by the way she made it sound when she contacted me it sounded like she wanted to patch up our relationship. I let out a heavy sigh as stopped just out side of the doors that would lead me to make the biggest decision of my life. I put on a brave face as I reached for the door handle "This is it," I said in my head "no turning back." Walking in I saw her right away sitting in the corner glancing down at her glass of water. She looked different than I remembered but I could still tell it was her. I slowly walked toward her wondering why was it now that she was reaching out to me.
"Hey," I said from behind her causing her to turn really fast. Her face had changed so much since the last the last time I saw her, it was pale and really skinny. Her eyes had dark circles under them and she looked like she had been up all night crying just like our mother had when she left.
"Stan," she smiled getting to her feet and wrapping her arms around me and giving me the most heartfelt hug, it almost felt like she did not want to let go.
I was surprised by her actions but found myself hugging her back. We sat down across from each other and all she did was stare at me.
"Stan," she said brushing a piece of hair away from her eyes "I just wanted to say I'm so sorry about the way I was to you when we were growing up."
"Who are you and what have you done with my sister?" I asked giving her a tiny smile
"Well you were kind of a turd at times," she laughed "but like I said I am truly sorry little brother."
We talked for a bit before Shelly decided that now was the best time tell me the reason why she wanted to meet up.
"Stan," she sighed finally taking her eyes off me and looking down at her hands "Would you be willing to do a huge favor for me?"
I shrugged taking a sip of my drink "Well it depends what it is."
"I have a daughter," she explained
"You have a kid?" I smiled "That's cool."
"Yeah," she replied with a wide smile.
I looked down at the table "Does Mom and Dad know?"
"No," she replied "and I don't want them to know."
"But..." I started to say but she cut me off "Stan... please, don't say anything."
I sighed and nodded "I won't."
She sighed "And now for the reason I wanted you to meet me today. Stan would you take care of my daughter if something ever happened to me."
"What?" I asked in total surprise
"Please Stan," she pleaded "we're family."
"What about her father?" I asked.
"Mom was right about him," she replied sadly "he's not a good person and I don't want him anywhere near my daughter."
I sighed not knowing what to say, why would I ever think about taking care of a little girl when I could hardly take care of myself?
"Don't worry," she frowned "You don't have to if you don't want to. It would only be just in case anything ever happened to me."
"Okay," I sighed rubbing the back of my head wondering what the hell I was getting myself into but then gain Shelly said it was in case something were to happen to her "where and when do I sign?"
Her face lit right up as she brought her purse up, sat it on her lap and pulled out a bunch of papers "Right now if you are sure you are okay with this."
I nodded before swallowing hard as I took the papers from her to look them over. Glancing over the paperwork a couple of times before I picked up the pen Shelly had placed on the table. It felt weird signing that I Stan Marsh would step in and raise little Amy Marsh, who I never knew existed until today. We said our goodbyes at the bus station and after one final hug I got on to the bus that would take me home. Once I got back to town, I had to rush to get ready for work. I quickly changed my outfit and put on my uniform.
"You're late Marsh!" my boss Chef Sid hissed as I rushed into the kitchen almost slipping on a freshly mopped floor.
"I know," I said quickly catching myself on nearby station "I'm sorry."
He glared at me for a moment before snapping "Just get your damn apron on!"
I nodded as I stepped into the storage area in the back where the boxes disposable aprons were kept and grabbed one. After putting it on I stepped back out and went right into the dishwashing pit to set up the machine. As I was waiting for the machine to fill up, I looked at the huge pile of dirty dishes and pans that I was faced with. I sighed as I put a pair of gloves and grabbed a dish rack. I started placing the dirty dishes into it and once it was full, I sprayed them before running through the machine.
It wasn't long before Chef Sid came storming over red-faced with anger because some new cook burnt all of the sauce to the bottom of a pan and he threw the pan almost hitting me in the side of the head in the process.
"MARSH!" he yelled "I NEEDED THIS PAN TWO MINUTES AGO!"
"Yes Chef," I replied grabbing up the pan and started trying to scrap the bottom with my scrubber.
By the time my work ended I was totally exhausted, and my back was killing me. Yet I would return for another dose tomorrow night. When I got home, I was ready to hit my bed and go to sleep. I stripped down to my boxers and put on my pajama pants. It felt like I had just turned off my light and fell asleep when I heard a door slam. I quickly sat up and looked over at my clock which read 3:45 am.
"Goddamn it," I hissed into my pillow just like clockwork it was Kenny coming in from his stripping job and most likely he probably had company. I envied him sometimes for having such a carefree life, but I would never admit it...Wendy and I were still in a on and off relationship. Right now, we were together but next week who knows.
So, this was my life...I was night-time dishwasher, attending online school, sharing an apartment with two of my three childhood friends and was still with my on and off again girlfriend.
xoxoxo
A few months had passed since my meeting with Shelly, we had kept in touch on facebook. She was always adding new pictures of my niece so I could see her, and we had a set up a meet and greet day so I could get to know her. She had long darker brown hair like her father, but she looked more a Marsh then a Warren. A few days before our planned meeting I received a phone call that would change my entire life.
"Stan Marsh?" the voice on the line asked
"Yeah," I replied slowly wondering who was calling.
"It's about your sister..." the person on the phone said.
I found myself on the next bus heading to Denver to make an important decision about my niece. I knew it was going to be the toughest choice I ever had to make and most importantly what if I screw up. I walked into the Child Services office to meet with a woman named Mrs. Stevens. This woman looked like a real bitch when, she entered the room turned cold and she wore a hard expression on her face.
"Are you Stanley Marsh?" she asked glaring at me and making me feel small.
"Yes," I replied holding out my hand for her to shake but she just walked past me and sat down behind her desk.
"Please have a seat," she said gesturing towards one of the empty seats for me to sit in.
I found my seat and folded my hands onto my lap "Now," she started I would like to start off by saying "sorry for the loss of your sister."
I opened my mouth, but she cut me off before I could say anything, she started explaining why foster care would be best for Amy. I listened to everything she had to say but I my mind was already made before she finished, I knew that my sister wanted her daughter to be with me and I knew I wasn't ready for that much responsibility.
She finished by saying "And that is why I feel that a foster home is the best option for your niece Amy,"
"My sister wanted Amy with me," I said finally able to speak up, "and it is what I want as well."
"Very well," she replied giving me a heard frown.
I signed the papers wanting nothing more than to get my niece and leave. Mrs. Stevens took the papers from me and warned me that they would be checking in on me randomly just see how Amy was adjusting. I watched as she filed my paperwork and called for Amy, I had hoped I was meeting my niece for the first time under different circumstances. We were total strangers and I did not know how she was going to act around me.
A young woman stepped into the room to take me to my niece..."Hello Mr. Marsh," she said with a friendly smile "My name is Maria and if you would like to follow me I will take you to get you niece."
"Thank you," I replied quickly standing up from the chair, so happy to be getting out of Mrs. Stevens cold office taking her hand "lead the way."
"Right this way," she nodded holding the door open for me.
I followed her down the hall to the room Amy was waiting, she allowed me to step in first and Amy's eyes met mine. "Amy," Maria said walking past me and bending down to the little girl "this is your Uncle Stan and he's going to be taking care of you. Is that okay?"
Amy looked from me to her then back to me and nodded her head one time. "Okay Sweetie," Maria smiled "why don't you grab your things."
I watched the girl quietly stand up and walk over to the corner where her bag a tiny backpack was and pick it up. Maria turned back to me "Well?" she asked standing aside.
Taking a few step forward I bent down to Amy's level. "Hi," I said giving her a smile as she stared at me "it's nice to meet you finally Amy." Her mouth twitched like she wanted to smile back but she was too shy to do so.
"Do you want me to carry your bag?" I asked holding out a hand, she nodded and handed the bag to me. My smile widened as I held out my other hand for her to take, she looked at it for a moment before lifting her own tiny hand and placing it into mine. I'm not going to lie but it felt weird to be holding such a small hand. I lead her out of the building and onto the bus that would take us to a new life together. I was nervous not knowing what my friends or girlfriend would say, everything had happened so fast that I had forgotten to mention her to them.
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or it's Characters…. Okay here is chapter 2.. thanks for your reviews and views. Still not sure if I will continue this story or not. Sorry for any typos and mistakes... please leave a review