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TITLE: My Adoption-part 2 of chapter 1 12/18/14
By ron kyker
12/19/14
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I do remember the day I was adopted very well. I will never forget it. It was terrifying, confusing, exciting, scary, wonderful, and surreal. That is a lot of emotions: too many for a five year boy. The night before I was adopted they (DHS) had some guy, who does transporting kids for DHS, pick me up at my foster home and told me we were going for a ride and it would be overnight. No one told me what was going on or why I was leaving my foster home. I didn’t know what foster home meant anyway, but I knew I felt safe there. They didn’t tell me either that I would not be coming back. I was not given a chance to say goodbye to the only family I had ever known.

I did know I did not feel safe with this stranger, but no one again asked me. He took me to a place they said was called Oklahoma City. I had never been there and never had heard of such a place. This stranger dropped me off at a woman’s house. She had a son my age. This stranger, my driver, told me she was a foster parent and that he would be back in the morning to pick me up; again. He didn’t say to pick me up to go where.

I tried not to show it, but I was scared beyond belief. And this kid of hers; he tormented me horribly. She made me take a bath with him. He put soap in my eyes and made me cry and told me they were going to do something horrible thing to me called “adoption”. He said “you will never see your parents again”. Well, that was alright with me, I had never seen them that I could ever remember anyway.

I was so happy to see that stranger the next morning. I told him what that kid did to me and what he told me about the horrible things they were going to do to me today. He told me not to worry. He told me that adoption was a wonderful thing and not to listen to that kid. He said it was a time when I would get to choose my new parents and that they had already chosen me. I don’t know how much I really understood of what he said, but I remember thinking that sounded really good to me. All of a sudden, I kind of liked this stranger. I felt safe with him.

I remember pulling up to a large building they later told me was the Muir building of Oklahoma bombing fame. You know, Timothy McVey, thousands dead, and the biggest tragedy in Oklahoma history. It was a state building and housed the State Department of Human Services Child Division of Oklahoma. Well, he took me up an elevator. Oh yea, I forgot to tell you that I am terrified of elevators. Even to this day. I will ride one, but I don’t like it. That stranger had to carry me to get me on it and my soon to be dad had to carry me anytime we ever went on one. I have no idea why I don’t like them. I just know it will fall to the bottom as soon as I get on it! I really liked this guy. He carried me on that evil elevator.

Anyway, he took me into a room and stayed with me until some lady came in and asked me if it would be alright to go with her. She told me there was a man and woman that wanted to meet me. I said “yes” and followed her into another room. I wonder to this day what would have happened if I had said “no”. We entered and I pranced in on my toes as I always did. My mother said when I was young that I walked only on my toes. I do remember doing this. I don’t know why and I don’t remember when I stopped. My mother said she thought it was cute and liked it very much.

She asked me to sit in her lap, so I did. I don’t remember thinking anything or feeling anything. My mother says we talked about adoption and did I think I might want to go home with them and be their son. I don’t remember this at all. Evidently I said yes; otherwise I would have had a different mother and I would be telling you quite a different story now wouldn’t I? I guess somebody else would be telling me the story; or… God! Stop! They tell me I ramble sometimes. I’ve heard some very famous writers have made very little money with their ramblings. I try hard not to do it too much. If I do, just let me know and I will stop!

Well, I did go home with them and I very vividly remember, what I was later told was, the hundred mile trip south to my new home. I sat in my mother’s lap the whole way home and I particularly remember thinking; I kind of like this! But I also remember being very scared. I had no idea where I was going or what kind of people these two were. She seemed nice. He didn’t say much, but he did carry me on the elevator which I greatly appreciated. He also bought me a hamburger and French fries on the way home. That was already two very good things in his favor. He also stopped and bought me a replica of their blue station wagon; I don’t remember what kind it was. I remember thinking: “This guy might be alright”!

Vasquez Savage
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