Chapter 13

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"Grammy, you do realize that you can't single out Lily with all of those gifts. She doesn't know that I'm her mother; I'm just a volunteer. She'll think something's up if you only give her the gifts," I told Grammy when she hauled in a very large bag of toys.

"It's all right. We can give some of the gifts to other kids, too, then," Grammy said.

"Ok, then. Let's go," I said.

We went outside. I had asked Danny if I could use his beat-up old Chevy to drive to Boston in. I still didn't trust Grandpa's old car in Grammy's garage. We loaded the presents in the backseat and then climbed in. I turned the radio on and put my sunglasses on. It was a sunny, but chilly Thanksgiving day.

"I'm so excited to finally meet her!" Grammy exclaimed giddily from the passenger seat.

"Remember to keep your cool, Grammy. I've kept my cover for nearly six years without letting on that I'm her mother. Please don't ruin it," I said.

"I still don't understand why you don't just adopt her. Hire a nanny to take care of her while you're at work," Grammy said. I shook my head.

"You don't understand the nature of my work, Grammy. I'm at work for more than 12 hours a day sometimes. There are some days where I don't get home until midnight," I said. "It wouldn't be fair to her. Money isn't the issue. I want her to have a mother that can love and care for her in the way she deserves. I can't do that for her right now; not until I'm an actual lawyer," I continued.

"What if someone else adopts her?" Grammy asked.

"Then it'll be for the best," I replied, my voice hollow. I wasn't going to let that happen; no one else was going to take my daughter from me. But was it cruel of me to keep her in the orphanage? She must have been so unhappy, feeling as if she had no real family, when both of her parents were alive and well.

I shook the thoughts out of my head. Those were thoughts that were for another time and place. Right now, I was just going for a visit.

We got to the adoption center in about three hours. Grammy looked up at the place disapprovingly as I pulled out the bag of toys.

"This place looks glum," she commented. I slammed the door of the car shut.

"It's actually really nice inside," I said, walking up to the door. Grammy came forward and pushed it open as I dragged the toys in behind me.

"Arya!" I heard the friendly voice of Rachel, the caretaker of the orphanage, as I stepped in. I let the bag of toys drop.

"Hey, Rachel," I said, smiling at her.

" I haven't seen you in ages! How are you?!" she exclaimed.

"I've been busy," I said. "This is my Grammy," I told her, indicating my grandmother, who was standing idly by, waiting to be introduced. Grammy stepped forward, grinning.

"My name's Martha, but everyone calls me Grammy," she said. Rachel laughed.

"Well, welcome to Athena Adoption Clinic, Grammy," Rachel said, smiling.

Rachel led us inside. All around us, the sounds of children laughing and playing could be heard. We walked past a room that was turned into a makeshift play-home, complete with a fake kitchen, mini living room, and even a small bedroom. There were mostly girls playing in here, but there were a few boys also, but they were mostly trying to annoy the girls. We continued walking and passed the sports room, which was filled with balls of all kinds and colors. We passed a staircase that led to the upper levels where all of the bedrooms were. Rachel led us to the office, which was currently filled with some of the staff members.

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