February 10th, 1987

Mandy, one of the few ladies working here that I adored, came in around six in the morning to help me bathe and get dressed in my "Sunday best" considering what I have owned in my current possession. But as fate would have it, I had the lucky chores of cleaning the room where the children will be hanging out when this special guest comes by. 

Throughout the cleaning, I overhear Ms. Smith on the phone and saying that everything was ready for "him". 

"'Him'" So our special guest is a male. Huh, I wonder how high his status is considering everyone in this place spoke highly of him, as if he was royalty.

After what felt like years, even though it was only a few hours, it was now ten thirty in the morning when I was officially finished with my quote unquote "lucky chores," only for Ms. Smith and "poshy mean" girl to come and evaluate what I did and they actually gave me their approval. For a second, I thought I died and went to heaven as I never have gotten their approval before in the time I have been here.

I then left to freshen myself up to look decent for the special guest. 

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At around eleven thirty in the morning, Ms. Smith had all us kids to be in the room as the guest was to be arriving at any moment now.

Suddenly, all our heads snapped to the right as we heard knocking on the front doors and Ms. Smith's shrilling and ear-killing squeal as she went to answer the doors.

"Mr. Jackson, welcome. Please come in."

Huh, so this "him" had a name, or at least a last name. Jackson. 

"Hello Ms. Smith. Ummm- where are all the children..?"

Holy schmokes. His voice radiated through the old building like smooth butter on toast. It made me curious if this soft-spoken man was really royalty.

"They are all eagerly waiting your presence in a room closeby. If you follow me."

What felt like the slow heart-racing moments shown in action movies suddenly became real as all of the sudden, I heard my own heart beating everywhere. I was ecstatic, yet petrified.

The many foot steps were approaching closer and closer every second. Then I saw the heels of Ms. Smith and the shiny loafers, exactly like the ones daddy wore when we had mama's funeral, start to turn to the doorway.

Slowly the mystery man appeared into the light.

Then, I saw him.

Author's Note: Hey yall! I'm back! I hope to update more frequently soon. I am a few weeks away from finishing my first year at college, so I'll have much more free and spare time to update more soon. Either ways, I hope you all have an amazing week and enjoy this new chapter!