chosen.
Invariably, when the prospective parents saw Kemal, they would whisper, “Look, he’s got only one arm,” and they would move on.
Every Friday was the same, but Kemal would still wait hopefully as the adults examined the line of candidates. But they always picked other children. Standing there, ignored, Kemal would be filled with humiliation.
It will always be someone else
, he thought despairingly.
No one wants me
.
Kemal wished desperately to be part of a family. He tried everything he could think of to make it happen. One Friday he would smile brightly at the adults to let them know what a nice, friendly boy he was. The next Friday he would pretend to be occupied with something, showing them that he didn’t really care whether he was chosen or not, and that they would be lucky to have him. At other times, he would look at them appealingly, silently begging them to take him home with them. But week after week, it was always someone else who was chosen and taken away to wonderful homes and happy families.
Miraculously, Dana had changed all that. She was the one who had found him living homeless on the streets of Sarajevo. After Kemal was airlifted by the Red Cross to the orphanage, Kemal wrote Dana a letter. To his astonishment, she had telephoned the orphanage and said that she wanted Kemal to come live with her in America. That was the happiest moment of Kemal’s life. It was an impossible dream come true, and it turned out to be a joy even greater than he had ever imagined.
Kemal’s life had changed completely. He was grateful now that no one had chosen him before. He was no longer alone in the world. Someone cared about him. He loved Dana with all his heart and soul, but within him was always the terrible fear that Ricky Underwood had instilled, that someday Dana would change her mind and send him back to the orphanage, to the life of hell he had escaped. He had a recurring dream: He was back in the orphans’ asylum, and it was Friday. A line of adults was inspecting the children, and Dana was there. She looked at Kemal and said,
That ugly little boy has only one arm
, and she moved on and picked the boy next to him. Kemal would wake up in tears.
Kemal knew that Dana hated for him to get into fights at school, and he did everything he could to avoid them, but he could not bear to have Ricky Underwood or his friends insult Dana. As soon as they realized that, the insults about Dana increased, and so did the fights.
Ricky would greet Kemal with “Hey, have you packed your suitcase, shrimp? On the news this morning it said your bitch stepmother is going to send you back to Yugoslavia.”
“
Zbosti
!” Kemal would yell.
And the fight would begin. Kemal would come home with black eyes and bruises, but when Dana asked him what had happened, he could not tell her the truth, for he was terrified that if he put it into words, what Ricky Underwood had said might happen.
Now, as Kemal waited in the principal’s office for Dana to arrive, he thought,
When she hears what I’ve done this time, she is going to send me away
. He sat there miserable, his heart racing.
When Dana entered the office of Thomas Henry, the principal was pacing the floor, looking grim. Kemal sat in a chair across the room.
“Good morning, Miss Evans. Please sit down.”
Dana glanced at Kemal and took a seat.
Thomas Henry picked up a large butcher knife from his desk. “One of Kemal’s teachers took this from him.”
Dana swiveled to look at Kemal, furious. “
Why
?” she asked angrily. “Why did you bring this to school?”
Kemal looked at Dana and said sullenly, “I didn’t have a gun.”
“Kemal!”
Dana turned to the principal. “May I speak to you alone, Mr. Henry?”
“Yes.” He looked over at Kemal, his jaw tight. “Wait in the hallway.”
Kemal got to his feet, took one last look at the knife, and left.
Dana began, “Mr. Henry, Kemal is twelve years old. He’s lived most of those years going
Janwillem van de Wetering