Monologue Of Ruth Barkley
Adoption
I was born on 28 February, and close to my second birthday; the Welfare removed me from my family. My mother was frail from neglect and abuse. My father, Bruno, hung out with the wrong crowd and often fought over women. He always fancied himself as a playboy, and no doubt, had fathered other sons and daughters. I was the only son of Sarah. My mother was striking in her youth, and as she aged maintained her classic beauty. She had stunning brown eyes, from which the sparkle of life had disappeared. When you looked into them, deep down, into her soul, her spirit was drowning in grief. I believe she still loves me with all her heart, which broke the day they removed me.
“Don’t touch my son,” she growled through clenched teeth.
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They are different colours; one is brown; the other greenish,” Mrs. Barkley replies. Penny bends down and hoists me into the air.
“Hold him?” Penny asks, presenting me to Mr. Barkley.
“No. Ruth can if she wishes; he probably has a genetic abnormality.” Phillip grunts again. My heart sinks; I had heard this on a previous occasion when the couple left me behind, and adopted one of my friends with two brown eyes.
I feel comfortable in Ruth Barkley’s arms. She smells reminiscent of the flowers I remember from the garden. I brush her cheek just before she puts me down, and notice she also has tattoos; a black rose on her neck and an identical one on her left breast.
“Are there others we could consider? Preferably white, with no blemishes,” asked Phillip Barkley.
“Come; let me introduce you to Abby, who comes from Queenstown.” Penny says as she glances down with sadness in her eyes sensing my disappointment. They walk on.
I stroll out into the grounds and sit beside the pond, next to my best friend Dane, staring up at the clouds, and wonder when my turn will come. Mr. and Mrs. Barkley leave after a while, with Abby in tow, grinning. Dane and I witness her joy. I glance at him, and he looks forlorn.
“You like her, don’t you Dane?” I
I was born on 28 February, and close to my second birthday; the Welfare removed me from my family. My mother was frail from neglect and abuse. My father, Bruno, hung out with the wrong crowd and often fought over women. He always fancied himself as a playboy, and no doubt, had fathered other sons and daughters. I was the only son of Sarah. My mother was striking in her youth, and as she aged maintained her classic beauty. She had stunning brown eyes, from which the sparkle of life had disappeared. When you looked into them, deep down, into her soul, her spirit was drowning in grief. I believe she still loves me with all her heart, which broke the day they removed me.
“Don’t touch my son,” she growled through clenched teeth.
They …show more content…
They are different colours; one is brown; the other greenish,” Mrs. Barkley replies. Penny bends down and hoists me into the air.
“Hold him?” Penny asks, presenting me to Mr. Barkley.
“No. Ruth can if she wishes; he probably has a genetic abnormality.” Phillip grunts again. My heart sinks; I had heard this on a previous occasion when the couple left me behind, and adopted one of my friends with two brown eyes.
I feel comfortable in Ruth Barkley’s arms. She smells reminiscent of the flowers I remember from the garden. I brush her cheek just before she puts me down, and notice she also has tattoos; a black rose on her neck and an identical one on her left breast.
“Are there others we could consider? Preferably white, with no blemishes,” asked Phillip Barkley.
“Come; let me introduce you to Abby, who comes from Queenstown.” Penny says as she glances down with sadness in her eyes sensing my disappointment. They walk on.
I stroll out into the grounds and sit beside the pond, next to my best friend Dane, staring up at the clouds, and wonder when my turn will come. Mr. and Mrs. Barkley leave after a while, with Abby in tow, grinning. Dane and I witness her joy. I glance at him, and he looks forlorn.
“You like her, don’t you Dane?” I