“I’m here, sorry I got distracted for a moment,” I replied.
“So, how are you? My lawyer said had been adopted by a family a few years back and it got me thinking. Maybe, I could adopt back and can come live with me California,” my father pronounced.
I went silent and brain scrambled with thoughts and fears. What about my family and friends here in New York? What about Mrs. Carlos and her teaching how to cook? What about my father, he still loves me and never stopped? What am I going to do?
I quickly hung up and slowly with one foot at a time climbed the stairs. The door of my room was already open I stood at the threshold and stared. Glazing at my accomplishments, posters, and photos with friends. I could never throw all of this away, on the other hand, I’ve missed my dad every now and then. At least three times a year, I would sit and cry on my bed hoping he would come and sweep up from the convent. Though, it never happened instead the Pulaski family came, swept me up and provided me with a lovely room and all of my needs and