15 June 2012
7 years earlier
My guitar lay at the end of my bed. " Will I be able to take it with me?" I asked nodding towards the wooden guitar. The social worker shrugged, I'd quickly figured out that she didn't say much. She continued to pack my stuff into a black suitcase, I lingered over my guitar, I wasn't prepared to leave it here.
Maggie messed up my hair, fondly. I was quite aware she liked me. That made it harder to tell her, tell her I was leaving. I'd been offered a place at some music college and I was going there to study. " Aunty Maggie," I ventured nervously " I applied, a while back, for a place at a music college up in Keith and, um, I got it so I'm going to go there to study". I didn't want to upset Maggie, she's always been there for me. I was quite aware of tears forming in her eyes so I gave her a kiss, grabbed my guitar and headed out the door. Maggie adopted me when I was just 10, both my parents died in a car accident. It had been really tough but Maggie knew how to treat me and pretty quickly we were like a real family. Maggie and her husband had never been able to have children and he left her for a newer, faster, overall better version of Maggie.
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