Chapter 3

We stayed in the terminal until we were collected by the man who we’d refer to as ‘Father’. I remember when my name was called.

“Bergman.”

I felt instantly nauseous.

One of the attendants, a stout man whose belly hung over the top of his sarong, pointed at me, and beckoned me over.

I stood up and said good bye to the two remaining boys.

“I hope we see each other again,” I said, but I wasn’t certain we would.

“Hurry up, boy,” barked the stout attendant.

I had no other possessions aside from a necklace of shells my mother had given me. I still have it somewhere. I touched it, my hand lingering there as I started to walk towards the attendant.

“That’s the boy.”

I couldn’t look at the attendant or the man standing beside him.

“This is Spencer, your new father.”

A large hand came into my field of vision. I put my hand out and the man, my father, shook it

“Pleased to meet you,” he said.

I could hear the smile in his voice.