I was only six years old when I walked into that old shack full of people eating, talking, and smoking. There were tables all around so it must be a restraunt. I looked to the front of the restraunt and saw two adults talking while looking at me. The man started to walk over to me after waving his hand at the woman who went through some doors to the backroom. The man came over to me and kneeled down so I could see his golden-brown eyes.1
"Hello and what might your name be?"2
"Danny." He smiled and put his hand on my dark brown-blond hair. He brabbed my hand and led me over to the side table connected to the wall and lifted me up and set me on a chair.3
"Do you have a home Danny?"4
"No, I don't."5
"Would you like a family and a home?" I nodded my head feeling a tear run down my eye. He pushed his long dark brown hair behind his ear then took out a paper rolled up out of his jacket and unrolled the papaer. It had writing on it, but I didn't know how to read, and at the bottom was a line. 6
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He handed me a pen and told me, "Sign your real name at the bottom."8
"I don't know how to spell it."9
"Your real name is Danielle right?" I nodded my head and he started spelling it and as I was about to write my last letter.10
"DON'T DO IT!" But it was to late. Danielle was written on the bottom and the paper rolled up and burst into flames. I turned around and saw the dark black furly hair woman shaking her head with a sad look in her eyes.11
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