The Hope of New Rain

I wished I could say I lived a normal life from the beginning, but that would be a lie. My adoptive parents said my mother brought me to them when I was 2 days old with only a blanket and a name Roc'sha. My mother supposedly was a friend of a friend and believed my parents was well off, due to having the only black owned hotel in the city and my mother ran her own daycare. But the one thing about believing something it's always different from the outside looking in. My parents didn't treat me badly, and I was never neglected. But I felt like a task more than a daughter. My parents never had kids, and I guess they figured having me made their image complete. I felt like the hotel or the daycare, I had to make sure I was up to par and maintained the life of a well-off family member. my father, Jeffery Rothschild, was the breadwinner of the home, managed the hotel with skill and grace, and he also was the one who treated me the best. my mother, Elena Rothschild, was different. very professional, very strict, and very impersonal. Every time we speak, I feel as if I was talking to my principal. yes, you know my name, and yes, you get me out of trouble, but did you truly know me..or did you know more than you let on? who knows, but I turn 18 in a week, and I couldn't wait to go out and explore the world. I had already graduated. The struggles of having a late birthday. we were in the first week in June and i couldn't wait to take the summer off from working at the hotel and finally have some fun. My dad had me working here since I turned 17, saying "it's best to learn how to earn your money, so you won't think anybody owes you anything" and my father right, because that job helped me in more ways then one. I've learned social skills mostly . you would think I had alot of friends in the school I had being going to my whole life, but I didn't. I actually had one good friend, Kayla she was in my class as well she graduated and headed straight off to college. She claimed to get a head start on her studies, but I knew the true reason. Boys. Me on the other hand had no knowledge on this subject. first date-no first kiss-no, and if I haven't done them, you know s*x was a far off dream. but you know this summer could change my life completely... "Roc, can you come down here, please?" my father said. Everybody called me roc, except my mother. She prided herself on formalities. "Yes, Daddy," I sang "your mother and I have to head out town this Friday and we won't make it make until late Sunday even, so I'm afraid we're going miss you birthday sweetie" my smile faded immediately, I was looking forward to my cake and the small celebration my parents had for me at the hotel every year. It wasn't a lot of ppl, just my coworkers, Kayla, and my parents, and whatever guests used to wonder in. but I enjoyed it, and I was going to be the Big 18 this year. "awwww, Daddy, what am I going to do?? I wined "I'm sorry, sweetie, but I have to jump on this deal as soon as possible." I still sighed "how about this we do something once we get back, what's a day or too off we still get to celebrate the wonder young lady you have become" that line made my heart smile and also cheered me up a little bit. "Okay, dad, whatever you say," " That's my girl. I knew you would understand." and I did. My parents were business people they would be gone months at times, sometimes all in the name of business. I knew my place in their lives, either accept it or be miserable, and I choose acceptance.but I wouldn't let this ruin my birthday, I would find a way to celebrate myself one way or another