On a day long ago, in a land far away a young girl moved to the big, bad village of Hespeler. Her mom had brought her to Ontario to get her and her brother away from their father. This young girl, who was about to turn twelve years old, did not want to move away from all of her friends and everything she knew. She was happy out riding her bike all day and swimming at the local water falls. She had several friends she could call on at anytime and could find many fun things to do. The sun shone, the wind blew and temperature was just right. There was no reason to be inside. She was quite happy.
Near the end of that summer, the three of them hopped on a plane and changed their lives forever. They flew half way across the country to land in a town where the people didn’t know their name and didn’t care who they were. For a twelve year old girl it was a hard place to be. The other kids picked on her, said she sounded funny, even called her stupid. The girl had no idea of how to handle it, so she spent her time crying at her desk, hopelessly trying to get away from a classroom full of bullies.
That first year was the hardest of her life. She’d been ripped away from her home, thrown into a school full of bullies, sexually assaulted by her mother’s boyfriend and forced to live with her Aunt and five year old cousin. It seemed that no one liked her or wanted her around.
At the end of that first year she changed schools, a school where she could be her own person, create her own personality and stand up for herself with a new group of people who knew nothing about her. You see, the girl had learned something important that first year in a new town. She learned that if you didn’t take care of yourself that no one would take care of you. Not the teachers, or so-called friends or even family. She learned to fight for herself and to make her own way. Instead of being called stupid she was called a Bitch, which was fine by her. As long as people left her alone then she could be happy.
The next four years were good years for her. She had a few friends, she enjoyed her time alone and she got to make her own decisions.
Twenty years later, that woman has two kids, one the same age she was when she was pulled away from her home and one much younger. Her and her husband moved them all back to their home, where the children could be raised away from the bullies and condescending people and can grow up to be free to run around, ride their bikes all over the place and to be among friends and family who care about them. And where the twelve year old assures the mom, “Yes, Mom, I like it here.” Those are the sweetest words any mother could ever want to hear. It was a shame that the girl’s mom hadn’t cared if she liked it where she was or not.
Have you wondered what happened to the dad? Well, he forgot about his four kids and that is the end of his story. The End.Tags: friends