You want to hear my history? Well then come sit and hear my tale….
I was born February 18th, I’m told snow covered the ground in a thick blanket, making the world seem like a wonderland… Though I never quite understood why that mattered… Weighing seven pounds, one ounce. They say I looked like such a tiny thing, so frail and small I barely fit any of the clothes my parents had bought for me. Only days after my birth, I was taken to a small little house our family called home. It was just me, my parents and my brother. He was ten years older than me, but growing up he was my closest friend. Someone I could trust and would always have my back. At least until it happened…
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary that day, homework, chores, you know the usual. My parents went out to dinner and a movie that night, a sort of date night kind of thing. My brother watched me that night, we ate pizza and watched our favorite movie. The night grew darker, but they didn’t come home. My brother seemed calm as he got me ready for bed, it seemed forever before I was able to fall asleep but my parents didn’t come home.
In the morning I woke to the doorbell, getting out of bed and peeking around the corner as my brother stood at the door talking with a man in a hushed voice. When the man left and my brother turned to look at me, tears shining in his eyes, I felt a bit in my stomach as he explained to me what had happened. Our parents had gotten in a car accident on the way home last night, both didn’t make it. I felt a salty liquid flow down my face as my brother cradled me. As he was eighteen he was my legal guardian.
Over the span of two years my brother cared for me, though he struggled. We lived in a small apartment, as it was all he could afford. He was gone for most of the day, working to pay rent and necessities. At night we would spend the hour before we went to bed together, watching movies, playing games, doing anything to forget the struggles. However one October day he never came home, I tried not to worry as I made myself a quick dinner and went to bed, fearing something had happened to him like my parents. Over a few days my neighbors noticed I was alone and soon I was taken in by the state. Months went by without word from my brother, and they decided it was in my best interest to find me a new guardian, an adoptive family so to speak.
Most families wanted the younger kids, I watched them disappear one by one as they left to their new homes. It wasn’t until mid-winter a small family walked in and noticed me working on my trinkets in the corner, Thisbe came straight up to me and curiously asked about what I was making. “A robotic dog” I had answered, not taking my eyes off what I was doing. This only seemed to excite her. After months of visits, paperwork, house visits and other such things I was officially adopted into their little family, I came home to a nice house with a medium sized yard and a room waiting for me to decorate as I wished.
Five years have gone by since I was adopted by Eryx and Angie, though they have grown close to my heart and are family to me, I still wish I had known what happened to my brother. Some say ignorance it a blessing, maybe they’re right…
