Street Love (An Interracial Love Story)

Chapter 41

“My apologies,” the secretary turns towards Keisha. “Nice to meet you Miss Evergreen.”

“How did you know my last name?” Keisha blurts out.
The secretary smiles. “You talked to me yesterday.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Keisha fumbles with her hands.

“I’m Kendall. Mrs. Brown is actually waiting for you. If you ladies will follow me, I’ll take you to her office.”

“Okay.” I nod and Keisha squeezes my hand.

“I’m really nervous,” Keisha whispers into my ear as we walk down the hallway. I just squeeze her hand and follow the secretary lady.

We walk all the way down a long hallway and into a large office space. I look around and it’s beautiful. It’s a corner office so two of the walls are completely glass that look over some of Los Angeles. There are pictures of a white woman who looks to be in her forties, a man who looks the same age and two kids. The only thing that threw me off is the kids. The older girl is Asian and looks about 10 or 11. The younger girl is about five and she looks African.

“This is Mrs. Brown.”

The lady from the pictures stands up from behind her desk and greets Keisha and I at the door.

“Thank you Cassandra. I’ll take it from here.” Mrs. Brown waves Cassandra off and shuts the door behind her. She then offers me her hand. “You must be Keisha. It’s nice to meet you. And you can call me Hannah.”

I frown. Why does everyone think I’m the pregnant one?

“Actually,” Keisha steps forward, “I’m Keisha.”

“Oops!” Hannah turns red. “Sorry for the mixup.” She offers me her hand again. “And your name is?”

“I’m Evie. Just here for the moral support.”

“Gotcha. Why don’t you ladies take a seat?”

Keisha and I sit down in two soft black chairs opposite to her desk. She hands us both a of water then sits across from us, on the other side of the desk.

“And will the father be joining us today?” she asks while taking out her iPad.

“No.” Keisha shakes her head. “He’s still coming to grips.”
“No problem.” She unfolds a keyboard and starts typing away. After a few moments she looks up.

“So I’m assuming this is your first time considering adoption, correct?”

Keisha nods.

“Okay. That’s no problem. You’ll just have to excuse me because I have a lot to say.

“First I’d like to commend you for choosing this route. Here at Family Connections, we are determined to make this as smooth, and comfortable a journey for both the mother and potential adopting parents as well. And our utmost priority is the wellbeing of your child.

“This process is a long and sometimes tiresome one but in the end, we want everyone involved to be happy. We deal with both domestic and international adoptions. I’ve been practicing for almost ten years now and have been able to place children in homes ranging from age zero to seventeen.

“Family Connections helped me and my husband when we couldn’t have a child and ever since then, I have been dedicated to giving back.”

It makes sense. I eye the picture of the Asian and African girls then feel my eyes start to water and Hannah hands me a tissue.

“And I’m dedicated to helping you, Keisha. Now that I’ve given you my little spiel, let’s go over your options.” She pulls out a red portfolio and rotates it so that Keisha and I can see it. We both scoot our chairs closer towards the desk.