“Matron I not going to miss you” I remarked.
“We’ll I am going to miss you, I seen you grown up and I am always feel attached to children leaving” She replied.
I slowly left, trying to hide my tears. The matron was distressed but I eventually dragged my feet out of the foster home. My dad gave me up after my mum died, I decided the first thing as soon as I got out of the foster home is look for my dad. As soon as I walked out I noticed to a horrific stench. I notice that was the smell of the city and I will just have to become accustomed to it. I look around and notice skyscrapers as high as the the eye can see. The streets were filled with hurrying workers and homeless people. I thought to myself how am I going to find my dad in a city with 25 million people in it. The first place I decided to look was find my …show more content…
I followed the crowds to the department of welfare and I hesitated but finally entered the premises. I waited for what seemed like hours but it was only 30 minutes. The lady who served me was lovely but I needed ID. I told her to look up my name and told her I was in the system. She obliged and we found my details. She queried me just to make sure it was me and the lady asked how she could he me. I told her I was looking for my dad and I came to the department of welfare to see if I can find any information on him. She told there wasn’t much just a name and an address. I asked her to write them down to me, and figured to was good place to start as any. Ryan, my dad name is Ryan, what a lovely and down to earth name. I walked out of the department of education as the happiest of ever been. That quickly turned to anger when I realised I was on 34th street and need to get to 43rd street. I was a whole nine blocks away from my dad’s street. I suddenly panicked and obviously people walking past and asked what I was stressed about. I told them my story and all she wanted to do was help. She gave me
“We’ll I am going to miss you, I seen you grown up and I am always feel attached to children leaving” She replied.
I slowly left, trying to hide my tears. The matron was distressed but I eventually dragged my feet out of the foster home. My dad gave me up after my mum died, I decided the first thing as soon as I got out of the foster home is look for my dad. As soon as I walked out I noticed to a horrific stench. I notice that was the smell of the city and I will just have to become accustomed to it. I look around and notice skyscrapers as high as the the eye can see. The streets were filled with hurrying workers and homeless people. I thought to myself how am I going to find my dad in a city with 25 million people in it. The first place I decided to look was find my …show more content…
I followed the crowds to the department of welfare and I hesitated but finally entered the premises. I waited for what seemed like hours but it was only 30 minutes. The lady who served me was lovely but I needed ID. I told her to look up my name and told her I was in the system. She obliged and we found my details. She queried me just to make sure it was me and the lady asked how she could he me. I told her I was looking for my dad and I came to the department of welfare to see if I can find any information on him. She told there wasn’t much just a name and an address. I asked her to write them down to me, and figured to was good place to start as any. Ryan, my dad name is Ryan, what a lovely and down to earth name. I walked out of the department of education as the happiest of ever been. That quickly turned to anger when I realised I was on 34th street and need to get to 43rd street. I was a whole nine blocks away from my dad’s street. I suddenly panicked and obviously people walking past and asked what I was stressed about. I told them my story and all she wanted to do was help. She gave me