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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow 
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I went home and told my parents about our first practice and how the teacher was sad but I made her feel better. My parents then told me some exciting news, I was gonna be a big brother to a little baby in six months. I couldn't believe it I always wanted a baby brother or sister but thought Mom and Dad had to much to handle with me. Mom asked if I wanted to go with her when she had her Ultra sound, I said "sure as long as it's after my musical at school." She smile and replied "it's not for another two weeks," so I smiled and said "great then." I was tired so I headed off to bed as I laid there I heard the phone ring and Dad answered it, I heard him say "oh, hi Miss Crandell how are you?" I could not help but wonder why she was calling so I tried to listen. It was hard cause all I could hear was Dad's responses to what she was saying. Seemed she was asking about my disability and how long I've had it, why would that matter to her I thought. Then I heard Dad say, "no we're his foster parents he was left for dead when he was born." Tears welled in my eyes as I listened to my Dad knowing the lengths they went to be my parents, I loved them so much. The next day after school I rushed to get to practice hoping to be the first one to arrive, I wanted to ask Miss Crandell about the phone call. I arrived but she was not there some other teacher I never met before was there. She said "Welcome I'm Mrs. Smith I'm substituting for Miss Crandell and you would be?" I smiled and introduced myself as Gabe and told her I have the lead role in the musical. She did not seem very familiar with the musical, I asked where Miss Crandell was, but Mrs. Smith could not tell me she didn't know herself. Now more kids were showing up and I was amazed at how rude they were to Mrs. Smith, they just walked right by her like she wasn't there. It must have bothered her too cause she got up on stage and announced the practice will not go on today. One of the kids busted out saying "what a waste of my time, I could have been home by now." I knew that was not nice for him to say that to Mrs. Smith so I stood up and said "so could she but she waited for us." He turned to me and said "oh yea punk why don't you and I go outside then we'll see if you open your mouth again," then his friends started siding with him saying "yea come on outside you little kiss up." I started to get nervous, why were they so mean, what was I to do now? Mrs. Smith heard all this and told them if they started any trouble she would report them. They laughed and told her she doesn't even know who they are which was true, I didn't even know who they were. I felt bad for Mrs. Smith she didn't deserve to be treated this way. She dismissed everyone but asked me to stay she thought I could give her their names, I explained to her that I was in the special needs section of classes, I was not part of the regular school. She was afraid for me so she offered to drive me home, I accepted and thought how nice this was for her to do. When we got outside the school there they were waiting for me, I just could not understand their anger. They yelled "look at the pansy with the teacher, don't worry we'll catch you one day." I know this angered Mrs. Smith and she wanted to know these kids names, I told her not to worry that Miss Crandell knew who they were. She made me promise that I would tell Miss Crandell how they were acting towards me, I agreed to make her happy. When she dropped me off at my house I said "thank you and sorry those other kids were so mean." She said "why should you apologize for them, you have no control over their actions?" I agreed but also felt she should not have been treated that way. When I entered the house Mom was on the couch crying, I went over and sat next to her placing my finger to a tear, I asked why she was sad, she looked at me and tried to speak through her sobs, all she could get out was the baby no more baby. I began to cry with her as my arms reached around her to give the biggest hug I knew how. In my mind I wondered why would God take away my brother or sister, why would God want to make Mom sad like this? Then I began to wonder if Dad knew yet, he seemed so happy about the baby, we all were. Dad arrived home from work and we were both still on the couch crying, it seemed I could not stop until Mom could stop. Dad's face dropped he knew something had happened, he didn't even ask though he just went upstairs to the bedroom and closed the door. I did not know what I should do at this point stay with Mom or go to Dad and comfort him. I decided to stay with Mom I figured if Dad went upstairs and closed the door he needed to be alone. He had other times when work was tough that he would do the same and Mom would tell me that's his way of coping. Mom finally started to calm down and she tried to explain what happened, she said "the baby was not in the right place, she could not grow where she was so my body rejected her." The way Mom was talking it must have been a sister, I would have loved a sister. I asked her "does this mean you can't have anymore children?" Mom replied "no we just have to wait a little bit before we try again." I said "Mom I'm glad you were in the right place and that grandma's body didn't reject you." She looked at me with her reddened tear streaked eyes and said "they don't come more precious then you, I love you," I replied "I am precious because of you and Dad have always loved me." Then she hugged me and said "if we couldn't have another child it wouldn't matter cause you give us an abundance of thoughtfulness, caring and love that fills our everyday, you energize us with your spirit, you make us whole." I was at a loss for words, how can she say this when I am who I am because they cared enough to save me, it's all I can do to show my gratitude. I kissed her on the cheek and said "I love you." Now I was hungry so I asked if I could make a Tuna fish sandwich, and if she would like one also. She replied with a yes so off to the kitchen I went. I heard her going upstairs, must be to see how Dad was doing. I wanted to know too I didn't like it when either one of them were sad. I heard both their footsteps coming down the stairs so I ran out of the kitchen to give Dad a hug, then I asked if I could make him a sandwich too. He replied "a sandwich made by you would be a delight." Now I was gonna have to open another can of Tuna so there was enough. When I went to take the lid off the can my hand slipped and blood started gushing from my finger, I got scared and started screaming. Mom and Dad ran into the kitchen grabbed my hand and put it under the water of the sink. They said I did a good job and they wrapped it the best they could and ran me out to the car. I asked where we were going, they replied "the hospital this cut needs a doctors touch." I thought what have I done now? The hospital was crowded, there wasn't even any seats to sit in. Dad went up to the lady behind the counter and told her what happened, she told Dad they'd have a doctor take care of me as soon as they can. Meanwhile I looked around and tried to figure out why some people were here. There was one man his foot and ankle looked like a football, there was another man who looked like he was in serious pain as he clutched his side. There was a lady who was very pregnant and she was breathing really weird, I wanted to ask Mom about that but since she just lost my sister I didn't want to have her focus on this person. All of a sudden the sliding glass doors stayed open and dozens of stretchers were being transported into the emergency area, the people on them didn't look good, actually I felt this fear inside for them. I sat down on the floor and started praying for them to be all right. From what I heard being said these were the survivors of a bus crash. I thought about their families and how sad they were gonna be. I was glad all I was here for is a simple little cut, it actually seemed wrong for me to be here when these injured people needed the utmost attention. I went over and asked Dad if we could fix my finger any other way then by tying up a doctor when he was need more by these other patients. My Dad smiled and asked "do you ever think of yourself?" Then he motioned me to go with him as he headed for the lady behind the counter, when we got to her Dad asked if she could look at my finger and tell us if we could come back later when things settle down. She looked at my finger and put a special Band-Aid on it, she said we could go home and she would call us when things were less hectic. She thanked us for our thoughtfulness and Dad told her it was all my idea. She smiled at me and said "when you come back I will have a surprise for you." My eyes opened wide as I said "I will look forward to coming back cause your a nice lady." I had to ask Dad why she turned red when I said that to her. He told me when people feel honored or praised beyond their belief they often times turn red which is also called blushing. (More to still come as soon as I can get to it.) |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
I'm smiling here and anxiously awaiting part 3  Good story Gloria, you are rolling right along with this one |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
Wow Gloria..I want more! This is an excellent story. Keep writing my friend. |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
What a sweet child you write of. It brings a smile to my face.. Too bad the world can't be a little kinder.. Loving this story, hope to see more soon! A writer's soul is on paper etched. In flames I shall not be consumed, but reborn. -- Abrahm Simons |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
I, too, am anxiously awaiting Part 3!! This is absolutely wonderful, Gloria!! What a talent you have!! Denise |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
I can hardly wait for part three ! It must be any day now ?  |
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LoveBug
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Member Elite
since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
Wow, this is a beautiful story, and you have me anxiously awating part three!! "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." -Oscar Wilde |
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Mellon Collie Junior Member
since 2000-03-25
Posts 49united states of america |
dear lost dreamer, this is developing into a rather interesting story about the value of love and praise i'll keep an eye out for more (hopefully soon).sincerely, the beautiful freak |
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