I was tired of my life at home. My Parents were always fighting, my sisters were never home, and I was the 5th wheel as they say!
I presented my arguments to my parents. They could only agree with me, and granted permission to be moved to another family. I researched my new family at our local library, and finally found one that suited me. My last day at home with my own family was just like any other day. My Mother and Father were bickering in the background, my sisters were looking dreamy eyed at their boyfriends, even my dog would rather chew on an old bone, than look me in the eyes. My Father shook my hand, while my Mother looked uncomfortable at the whole process, and just blew her nose politely into a handkerchief.
I took off, suitcase in hand wondering if I’d ever return to the old homestead ever again?
My new Family greeted me with open arms. The family dog barked and wagged his tail, dropping his ball at my feet, wanting to play immediately. My new Parents stopped to say a prayer of thanks, to let almighty God know, that their prayers had indeed been answered.
My new mother was as American as Apple Pie. We were a typical WASP, White Anglo Saxon Protestant nuclear family with 2 Parents and 2 Children. My sister had long, brown hair, pure white skin and complexion, having a perfect Grade Point Average in School. My new Father had a desk job, was a member of the Masons and attended Church regularly, serving also on the council of Church Elders.
My Mother was a typical 60s housewife, attending bake sales, and the regular meetings of the PTA. My sister was on the swim team and was expected to use at least 2 days a week performing Community Service helping the poor and sick of our fair town.
I attended the normal, good old American Primary and Secondary Schools, excelling at everything that was presented to me. When the time came to serve God and my Country, I willingly volunteered to join the Military, having the honor to serve along side the other Americans in Vietnam. I could only hope for a chance to sit upon a helicopter gunship, strafing the rice paddies of Southeast Asia, cleansing the Country for Commies, once and for all. When my tour of duty was over, I came home with my share of medals, showing my Parents and my Country that I was worthy to live in the greatest Country on God’s Good Earth.
I immediately presented myself at the home of my sweetheart, and promptly asked her Father for her hand in marriage. He consented as he knew of my strong moral fiber, good earning potential, and countless hours providing the poor and the sick with free help and guidance, as well as my commitment to God and our Country!
On the day of my marriage, I happened to run into my previous Family, while picking up my wedding bouquet. My old Father actually seemed pleased to see me, but saddened at the mention of my old Mother. I guess, she had passed away a number of years before, a broken woman with a broken heart. My Father had quit his job in order to take care of her in her poor and sick condition, having no one else to assist him. My old sisters had married and moved away, but were unfortunate in having lost their husbands in Vietnam. It seems they were killed by friendly fire, when an American Helicopter Gunship accidentally fired upon their position, while providing medical aid at a small Vietnamese town surrounded by rice paddies. Even my old dog had gotten cancer of the eyes, stopping him from noticing anything else than his old bone, but whimpering and crying himself to sleep each night, for lack of attention from his long, lost owner. My Father could only wish me well, and was quite astonished at my accomplishments in life, after having left them. He and my mother had reconciled their differences and worked together to create a warm and loving home. They used their sparse savings and ample spare time to help Vietnamese refugees, make a new home in the United States. They helped the local church, in raising funds and creating a good, strong Community spirit which made the local area a more safe, and sound place to call home.
I wanted to be like everyone else, and became so. I guess, if I had just thought about others a bit more, and was patient in my wishes, the same expectations and accomplishments would also have come my way.
I drove off in search of my new Wife and our new Life, wondering if the choices in my old Life were the right ones after all?