A FLINT HorrOrigin Story: Part One (Older CD)

My name is Scarlet Flint; you don’t need to know middle name right now.

This might sound cliché, but, I’m not your average woman. I’m certainly not the girl next door, that’s for damn sure. I’m…well, maybe it would just be best to start at the beginning you know.

I wish I could sit here and say I was born to a wonderful family, with a loving mother and father who cared for me. I wish I could say I grew up in the best part of California, went to a nice suburban school. I wish I could say mom and dad threw me a fancy party on my 16th birthday and bought me nice, shiny BMW.

But, I can’t…

To be perfectly honest, I don’t even know who my parents are; I can’t even tell you their first names.

What I do know is that they didn’t want me.

According to the state of California, I was given up for adopt very shortly. Why? Who knows? Maybe they didn’t have the money to take care of me; or, maybe they just didn’t want me. I used to think about it a lot when I was younger; however, it doesn’t really matter now does it?

So as baby I got tossed into the great big wonderful world of the California Foster Care System!

Yay!

I could tell you stories for days; perhaps I’ll save all that for another day though.

What’s important to know is that I floated around foster care for a number of years. Normally, babies get picked up pretty quickly; for whatever reason, that didn’t happen with me. Two years went by before a family showed interest in me.

I was taken in by a family, Mr. and Mrs. Vincent. That didn’t last long however. Again, that’s a story for another time…perhaps next time even. I was taken from the Vincent’s and quickly placed back into foster care.

So once again I floated around, that is until the Flint’s came into my life. Sam and Emma Flint, the hardest working man and woman that I know. Both of them were originally from the Mid-West, but they made their way to Cali.

Sam worked at a factory Monday through Friday; and then on the weekends he sometimes did construction. Emma made a living as a house cleaner. She’d go to all the wealthy people’s houses and spit-shine them.

The Flint’s weren’t rich by any means; however, they made enough to survive. And, they made enough to make sure I was well taken care of. They couldn’t give me the suburban school and home, the fancy 16th birthday party, or the BMW; nonetheless, they took me in and gave me love―what more could I ask for?

When I got a bit older, the two of them adopted me―I became a Flint.

I…I became part of a family.

Hmm, I just realized I’ve been talking about them in the past tense, as if they are dead or something. That’s not the case; they both are very much alive. I…I just don’t get to see them very often.

Like I said before, the Flint’s believed in hard work; they were both scrappy, and they intended for me to be the same way. So when I turned 18, Sam and Emma sent me off into the world. Or, they kicked me out of the house; that’s the most direct way to say it. They worked hard and made they own path and they wanted me to do the same thing.

Hmm, you know, this is a great place to stop for today. I’ll continue with this story next time.