In The Wake

You were five when you were adopted from by the man with the red umbrella. You remember that day more than any other day in your life. It was a particularly foggy that day and you and no interest in playing with the dolls that that had donated to the orphanage by little old ladies who sat for hours, sewing the button eyes and collecting yarn for each doll's hair or the toy cars that were mysteriously donated by some toy company nearby. So instead, you sat quietly in your room and ignored the other children who ran about and gave the headmistress headaches on a daily basis. It was a little after two when the the man with the red umbrella came. You had talked to him a few times before but kept forgetting his name. You don't remember much except for sitting in a chair that spun around and around while he signed papers and holding his hand as you walked under the red umbrella to his nearby car. He opened the passenger door for you to hop in...