Have you ever seen something so amazing you can’t let it go? In many cases the answer would be yes. In this case, however, the answer is no. Why? I’ll never know but the summer my mother died and the summer my father abandoned me I stopped loving. That’s the reason my father abandoned me; he said that without mom around I was nothing to him and that he didn’t love me. This brought me to tears; it really hurt. And now that I’m twelve, six years has passed since my mother died. Six years has past since my father said I don’t love you. And many years have passed since every single foster family said the same hurtful words.
Yeah, I’m over it all right. I’m over the time my dog died and I’m over the time my brother and I were separated and put into different families. I’m over the time that my father first took out the long leather belt. Yeah, you might say I’m over many things— because I am. It’s just something that happens in life as you go through hardships and get accommodated to new faces and places. Yeah, I’m over many things but most of all I’m over people not loving me. And that’s their mistake, not mine.
But there is one thing I’m not yet over after six years. I’m not over the time that my foster mother left my side. I never thought that I would love again but when I met her my life changed. It was the hardest goodbye I had ever had to say in my life. I’m mad at myself because I know that I’ll never get over that trauma. I’ll never be over the time I made the biggest mistake in my life. And nothing will ever change that.
I was six years old when I met Cassie Bernok. I wasn’t expecting much. I was expecting that when she first saw me that she would toss me out like a load of smelly garbage. But she didn’t— she surprised me. She waved at me and smiled— something I hadn’t seen since my mother passed away. I smiled back and as I looked into her emerald eyes I saw my mother in her. I thought I would cry. And I did.
“Would you by any chance be Misty Wyckoff?” she asked with a smile. She held her hand out for me to shake. I took it, trembling. Even her touch was that of my mother’s. “I’m Cassie Bernok,” she added.”
“Um… yeah,” I said smiling back. “I’m Misty. Nice to meet you.” I loved her. She reminded me of my sweet beloved mother— but that was the problem. I didn’t want her to end up like my mother.
My mother was the nicest person I had ever met. But that was just the problem. She was too sweet for her own good. One night she went out with my father to a concert (my parents were very outgoing). My father left to get some punch for my mother and then a guy came over to her. He was wearing a long black ski mask— the kind that burglars wear. My mother was scared; she knew something was wrong. And then he asked her if she was Ariana Wyckoff. When she said yes he smiled to my father who had just come back from the juice bar.
My father tried to push him back— apparently he knew this man and what he was up to. But the man was too strong for my father and so the man took out a slim black gun and fired. His aim was at my mother and as soon as the bullet hit her she was gone. Just like that. It was hard for me to believe that my mother had lost the battle so easily and that anyone would even dare to think about shooting my mother. But they did and I didn’t want that or anything like it to happen to my new foster mother.
“So, Misty,” she said pronouncing my name as if it were significant. “I figured that we could get to know each other better… do you like to boat—go white water rafting?”
I jumped in enthusiasm. None of my foster parents had ever done anything fun or included me in anything. I was worse than a pet. I guess they thought I was a servant because it seemed to me that they adopted me to poke fun at me and shout orders. But not Cassie. I sensed a change, coming. My life was about to get ten times better. I had Cassie to thank. I had a feeling this woman jumped to conclusions, quite often. Whether that was good or bad I didn’t know at the moment. But I did know one thing: I had found my mother and she, I was sure, was my guardian angel.
But but it's President Day. I'm off. 
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