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For there to be a beginning there has to be an end, or so I have told myself over and over in my seventeen years of life. There are things that can be said about life and family, one in which I have never had the pleasure to experience, or so I had thought. Amazingly enough for me my life is about to be changed irrevocably, the reason is such a simple but profound one at the same time. I am being adopted. 
My life up until now has not been one of sadness and sorrow; it has been more of loneliness and fatigue. The details of my early life have been sketchy found abandoned in the rocky mountain national forest, no discernible identifying features. I have seen clippings about the Jane Doe that was found a massive search was put forth by the law enforcement of El Paso County in Colorado to find my parents but nothing was ever found so I entered the life of an orphan ward of the state. With name and birth date unknown they gave me the name of Kimberly and decided that my birthday was on April fools day in the year 1993.  Oh the irony of the situation, I cannot help but chuckle. 
I spent most of my life bouncing from foster home to shelter home trying to find somewhere that I could fit in. By the time I was 15 I had decided that it was a lost cause and I would forever be known as the orphan Annie.  That of course was until Mary had shown up in my life. She has been my foster "mother" for the past two years. 
The benches of the courthouse are horribly uncomfortable and I have had to shift every couple minutes or so to prevent my bottom from going numb. From the corner of my eyes I see Mary, She who so beautiful to me looks a little green around the gills and is shredding a tissue into tiny pieces. Nervous I would say is a complete understatement.  Today she is dressed in a simple grey skirt and white blouse it is something I am entirely not used to, quite subdued for her more flamboyant apparel. Just watching her fidget is making me quite nervous. So I continue to look around the almost silent courthouse there are though the various people scurrying too and fro in an attempt to look more important than they really are. 
In the distance I could see Mrs. Stout stepping off of the antiquated elevators. She is my social worker.  I have been under her direct supervision for the last seven years and I could not be happier that this was hopefully the last time in my life that I would have the unfortunate displeasure of keeping her company. She is very sour in disposition, so much that she and I usually end up having a verbal argument and either one of us stomping away. Usually it is her that walks away though because it would mean that I would get a less than stellar situation if I did. 
"Kimberly?"
I turned my head towards the nasally voice that I knew so well, I rolled my eyes before shifting my gaze in her direction. She is quite portly and wears out of date wrinkled dresses constantly, her graying hair is always drawn up in a tight severe bun pulling her constantly condescending eyes into a more severe slant. She reminds me of one of the proverbial school marms that you hear about in classic fiction novels. The thing that I don't like the most about her though is that she has been the person holding all of the cards my entire life but now, today, I am able to break the strings that bind and begin my life again, for the first time. 
I saw Mary inadvertently jump at the sound of Mrs. Stouts voice. I tried to empathize with Mary, she didn't like Mrs. stout just about as much as me and they have also had their disagreements over the years.
"Yes Mrs. Stout?"
"Yes" Both Mary and I had turned towards her and answered at the same time which was not very unusual for us. 
"I have the final paperwork from the state to finalize the adoption proceedings. As soon as the Judge talks to you and Mary I have some paperwork for the both of you to sign that releases the state from any and all obligations on said child." As Mrs. Stout said as her lips puckered into a frown of some sorts and her eyes narrowed even more if at all possible. Her beady eyes bored into mine as if she was trying to send me some negative subliminal message. I could not help myself and just smiled and in a cheerful voice responded 
"Yes Mrs. Stout." With a quick glance to Mary I could see that she was trying to suppress her own giggle behind the tissue she held in front of her mouth, her short ash blonde hair falling into her hazel eyes.  
I cannot say that life with Mary has been easy, quite the opposite in fact. I am not sure exactly why she had decided to foster me; or adopt me for that matter. I think oftentimes she resents her decision as if somehow I was an obligation that she has to uphold. She and I very rarely see eye to eye on anything but then there are those few and far between profound moments that stun me- in which her whole demeanor changes and she acts as if there is some greater purpose for me to be there. Personally I think the only reason she keeps me around is the monthly checks that the state offers but then again that will too change once the adoption is finalized. The one thing I can say about Mary is that she basically stays out of my life and is usually gone doing other things or other people as the case maybe but I am not completely certain. 
While lost in my reverie I see the court clerk come out and talk to Mrs. Stout. Finally it is time to get this done.  I follow behind Mary as we walk into the courtroom.  It is large and empty leaving a hollow feeling in my stomach Mary and I stand behind one long mahogany table furnished with a water pitcher and a microphone. While Mrs. Stout stands behind an identical matching one on the other side of the room. In the front is a large Mahogany desk elevated so that whoever sits behind it is a good foot taller. Must be the judge looking down on the little people.  
"All Rise for the honorable Judge Bowerbach."