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Author: Estera Kova\u010d, Gimnazija \u017dupanja<\/p>\n
The buzzing of the alarm clock wakes me up. Thank God it\u2019s Saturday. I put on my clothes and go to the kitchen. Mum and dad are already having breakfast. <\/p>\n
‘Good morning’, I say and kiss them on their cheeks. <\/p>\n
‘Good morning, sweetie’, says dad and takes a sip of coffee from his favourite mug.<\/p>\n
‘We are going to Tesco after breakfast. Would you like to come with us?’<\/p>\n
‘No, thanks, mum, I have to practice the violin and study for the exam.’ <\/p>\n
Mum gets up and starts cleaning the table. <\/p>\n
‘Could you buy me some cocoa?’<\/p>\n
‘Sure, honey.’ says dad and helps mum. A couple of minutes later they leave. I go back to my room and start practicing. The violin relaxes me and helps me clear my mind. Suddenly the doorbell rings. I go downstairs. It\u2019s a mailman.<\/p>\n
‘Good afternoon, miss.’<\/p>\n
‘Good afternoon, sir, how can I help you?’ <\/p>\n
He takes a letter out of his bag and asks, ‘Are you Thalia Salvatore?’<\/p>\n
‘Yes, I am.’<\/p>\n
‘This is for you, have a nice day.’<\/p>\n
I take the letter and go inside. I wonder what it is. I go to the kitchen, take the scissors and open it up. It was written by hand and there is a picture in the envelope, too. The picture seems familiar but I just put it aside and start reading the letter.<\/p>\n
Dear Thalia,
\nMy name is Jane and I am your birth mother. I know that you probably won\u2019t believe this, so I’m sending a picture, too. When I left you at the orphanage, I left a photo just like this one I’m sending and a letter saying that they should give the picture to your adopters. You probably still have the picture so you can check if you doubt. I would like to talk to you in person and see how you are, but only if you want. You have my address written on the back of the photo.<\/p>\nWith love,<\/p>\n
Jane Donovan<\/p>\n
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I just stood there looking at the paper blankly. Is this really happening? No, it can\u2019t be. But what if it is true? I sat down and took the picture. It really did seem familiar. I got up and went to the shelf with photo albums and started looking for the picture the woman mentioned in the letter. After a while I found it. It really looked the same. My heart started pounding. I started breathing heavily. Then I heard the door unlocking. I didn’t have time to think, so I put the photo album back on the shelf and the letter and two photos into my back pocket. <\/p>\n
‘Thalia, dear, we\u2019re home!’<\/p>\n
‘Coming, mum,’ I walked to the kitchen and helped them with the things they’d bought.<\/p>\n
‘Did you buy everything you needed?’ I tried to break the silence and take the letter out of my head. <\/p>\n
‘No, we couldn\u2019t find that mayonnaise you like.’ <\/p>\n
Well, that was an opportunity for me.<\/p>\n
‘I thought to go skating so I could buy it on my way back.’<\/p>\n
‘Okay, honey, be careful.’ mum said and gave me some money for the mayonnaise. I took my skateboard and got out. <\/p>\n
When I was far enough from home I took out the picture and my phone. I wrote the address in Google maps and skated to the location. Soon, I was standing in front of a building full of apartments which looked quite worn out. I found the list of surnames on shabby doorbell buttons. I stopped for a moment, and then pressed.<\/p>\n
‘Yes?\u2019 a little girl’s voice asked me.<\/p>\n
\u2018Errrr , I need Jane Donovan.’<\/p>\n
‘Mum, some woman needs you….’ <\/p>\n
I felt frightened, but there was no turning back. I heard a short buzz and a voice saying ‘ Come in, please!\u2019 So I did. I climbed up the stairs to the third floor and a woman was waiting at a door on the left, a little girl hiding behind her legs.<\/p>\n
‘Err, my name is Thalia. You… you sent me a letter …’<\/p>\n
The woman was pale and skinny and wore an old tracksuit. She looked at me like through the glass wall. <\/p>\n
‘Ma’am, are you okay?’<\/p>\n
She shook her head and said, ‘ I’ve never been better. Please, come in.’<\/p>\n
I left my skateboard in the hall and got in. She led me to a sofa in the lounge. The room was messy and dark, dirty cushions around, leftovers on a coffee table… And her pale skin was in total contrast with the gloomy interior of the apartment.<\/p>\n
‘Then, why did you leave me?\u2019 I heard my voice.<\/p>\n
She looked at the floor and started, ‘I was 16 when I gave birth to you. My parents were furious. They told me to choose. Either I’ll give you to adoption, or they’ll make me leave. For good. I was a minor then and I couldn’t do anything without them.’<\/p>\n
I was shocked. I didn’t know if I should believe her.<\/p>\n
‘Would you like something to eat?\u2019 she asked calmly.<\/p>\n
My phone rang at that moment. \u2018\u2019Mum<3\u2019\u2019 was written on the blinking screen. Jane glanced at it, but the second she saw who was calling, she looked away. <\/p>\n
‘Hi, mum…Yes, I\u2019m on my way… Okay, I\u2019ll hurry up’, I put my phone in the pocket and looked at Jane.<\/p>\n
‘So… you have to go?\u2019 she asked me.<\/p>\n
‘Yes, mum needs some help with dinner.’ <\/p>\n
She took my hand and said, ‘ I’d like you to visit me again. I would like to … make up for … everything. If possible.’<\/p>\n
I looked at her eyes and saw tears.<\/p>\n
‘Well, I could visit you tomorrow afternoon… ‘, I don’t know why I said that, I wasn’t even sure if I wanted that. We agreed to see again tomorrow. <\/p>\n
When I finally found myself skating back home, I felt as if the whole world around me was slowly but surely falling apart.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
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