I make the Call

I read the adoption packets but it's all geared toward adopting younger children. I wait a couple of days and decide to call. I call the adoption center at 718 488 5405. I speak to a wonderful woman named Margarette. I tell her I want to adopt a young adult. She informs me that there will be background checks, fingerprint runs, financial reports. I'm not where I want to be financially but I figure if I wait for everything to be just perfect I'll never get started. I hang up the phone.



A minute later I get a call. It's Margarette for the agency. She tells me that one of my kids. She actually said that my kids, like she knew something. I find that encouraging and I like the sound of it. My kids. She tells me that one of my kids, David does not want to be adopted. But the other two are still waiting. She also gives me a number to the agency on Coney Island called "You've got to Believe". I'm informed that they'll direct me from there and they specialize in the adoption of older children.



I take the number down. I'm in the middle of the street. Thank god I had a pen and a piece of paper towel . I'm keeping that paper towel as a memento. I decide to call when I get back home.



It bothers me that David does not want to be adopted, but somehow I know deep down he does. Don't ask me how I know. I already wrote him a letter so he's not going to wiggle out of this one. And strange but I completely understand how he feels. He's tired of rejection he's just had enough.