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    A Dream Come True
    A Dream Come True
    A Dream Come True
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    A Dream Come True

    By Ginette Ausman

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    The story is about Amy losing her mother at age five and being raised by her aunt Marcy. At ten, Amy has her best friend Catherine with whom she shares her thoughts and feelings. With her aunt, Amy shares everything; there are no secrets between them.
    They live a quiet life in an environment of peace and love until a visitor changes their lives forever. Amy learns about a family she never knew about. She experiences new feelings and will have to decide if she can live in a world filled with unexpected circumstances.
    Amy will discover, through an expected family, the joy of sharing, loving, and trusting with the help of her loving aunt.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateJan 24, 2014
    ISBN9781491855591
    A Dream Come True
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    Ginette Ausman

    She writes about the facts of life and expresses the meaning of love, understanding and trust in the family. In writing her books, she create a new bond between children and elderly but also teaches children to learn to trust their parents in the decisions they have to make for them. Again, she makes you travel between fantasy and reality where children spend part of their childhood. She believes in the importance and the need children have for that period of their life.

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      A Dream Come True - Ginette Ausman

      CHAPTER ONE

      For five years, I had been living with Aunt Marcy. I was five years old when my mother died in 2005. I had never known my father. I was a calm and joyful child. My aunt was a writer. Since I was old enough to read, I loved reading her books. Most of them were stories about the villagers a few kilometers from where we lived. The closes big city was Oakland.

      I took walks to the lake not too far from the house. The lake was small, and I liked it just the way it was. There was a dock where I could sit, read, and dip my toes in the water on the warm summer days. The house was old but very warm and hospitable. From the large bay window, we could see most of the property out front and part of the fields on the one side. There were all kinds of trees and wild flowers with different colors. A large rocking bench under the oak tree, green grass, and a garden finished the decor. My aunt and I sat there to watch the sun set. There was always a fresh breeze coming off the lake.

      We went to the village to get the food we needed, pick up the mail, and send chapters of my aunt’s books to her publisher. I loved to look at Mr. Smith’s animals. His property was on the outskirts of the village. Aunt Marcy had known him since her childhood, and we always stopped by to say hello on our way into town. Mr. Smith had ducks, chickens, and goats. And then there was Tripod, a mixed-breed dog. Mr. Smith said the dog had wolf in him—when there was full moon, he was always howling. He was black, brown, and gray and was huge and scary. But he was gentle with me. I could have spent hours playing with the animals. I would have loved having one of them as a pet. Poor Tripod had his name because one of his paws had gotten caught in a trap, and they had to amputate it.

      Life was very simple for my aunt and me. She never married, and she had the natural instinct of a mother. She always said that I had changed her life for the better when I went to live with her.

      She gave me what I needed without spoiling me. She hoped I would grow to be a happy young lady. When I was ten years old, I had an open mind and was ready to experience all that life could bring. I had good grades in school. I also had a very good friend, Catherine (Cat), who was eleven years old. She was funny and so easy to love with her smile and sense of humor. We had the same taste in books, animals, and amusements. Our favorite game was to pretend we came from high society, but we didn’t really want that kind of life. Cat came from farmers’ families that had been established in the region for generations.

      We explored on my aunt’s property. With pencil and paper, we would take notes of all the new things we found on our path. One day, we found a little bird that had fallen out of a nest. I took it home to my aunt and asked what I could do for it.

      Take it back to its nest, and its mother will look after it, my aunt said.

      My friend and I spent hours waiting to see what would happen to the bird. Another time, we found a small rabbit. It was the same scenario. My aunt could see that it affected me to see lost or hurt animals.

      It was raining cats and dogs when I met the person that would change the peacefulness of our home. That Friday, I came home and found my aunt with a stranger. The two of them were having an agitated conversation. When Aunt Marcy saw me there, she asked the man to come back later.

      All polite, I went in to say hello. The man looked at me, and I felt as though he was looking at someone else. It was if his face were made of wax—there were no expressions at all. I suddenly felt cold. I had never seen him before. I wondered who he was. Mostly, though, I wondered what he wanted. My aunt was uncomfortable in his presence, and so was I. I walked out of the living room, but I stood close enough to hear the conversation. Their voices where very low, as if they had secrets.

      CHAPTER TWO

      After my homework was done, I wanted to ask my aunt about the man. I asked her if she was all right. She was looking tired.

      I asked, Can I help you make supper? We could have some leftovers.

      She looked at me, and I could see sadness in her eyes. There was fear there as well. She got up and made supper.

      Later, when the rain had stopped, I decided to take a walk on the path to the lake. I had my boots and raincoat on in case it rained again. My aunt warned me not to go too far.

      I disappeared into nature. It felt like stepping in a dream. The fog gave me the impression I was walking in the clouds. Reaching the edge of the woods, I heard a low sound from an animal, maybe. I moved on with prudence, trying to hear where the noise came from. Close to a bush, half hidden in the tall grass, there was a puppy.

      He looked lost and scared. I got closer, knelt down, and softly patted him on the head. He was shaking like a leaf. I took him in my arms. He smelled my wet coat and then licked my hands.

      I said, Don’t be afraid, little one. I will take you to a safe place out of the rain.

      I returned home. The pup was calmer now and fell asleep. I thought, If I tell my aunt, she will tell me to take it back where I found it. I decided to put it in the shed close to the house. It was warm and had enough space for him to move around and play. I made him a nice little bed with some old rags.

      I thought about what to call him. He was gray with a white line on his nose, two little pointed ears, and a bushy tail. Since I found him after the rain and he was the color of the clouds, I decided to call him Cloud. I had found myself a little friend. I would tell my aunt later. I knew I couldn’t keep my secret very long; we never had any secrets between us.

      I walked through the veranda, still filled with summer flowers, and went to my aunt’s office. She was writing her new book. She turned around and showed me a photo album on her bed. I opened it. I recognized a picture of her and my mother when they were younger. They were in school uniforms. In another one, there was picture of a young man. I asked her who he was. She said he was an old acquaintance. She stopped working, sat beside me, kissed me, and said she had something very important to tell me.

      She asked me, Do you remember your mother? Do you still see her in your dreams? Do you still feel her around you? All surprised, I replied that I could still smell her perfume sometimes.

      Then I said, But Aunt Marcy, why all these questions? I don’t understand. I know we decided to talk about her if I needed to, but I’m fine. Why this conversation now? Does it have to do with the visitor? You looked preoccupied by his presence.

      Yes, she said. I think you’re old enough to know.

      Aunt Marcy took a deep breath and explained the reason for her reaction regarding the stranger.

      The day you turned five, do you remember that your mother wasn’t very well? She was suffering from those headaches, and sometimes, she had to go to the hospital. The last time she went, she asked me to contact your father. It was the right thing to do, knowing she wouldn’t be with us much longer.

      I looked at her and said, You mean, I have a father? Is it the man who came the other day?

      Slow down, my aunt said. Please be patient. It’s not that easy.

      She continued, "When your mother was expecting you, she wanted Andrew, your father, to be more involved and present. They were supposed to get married. On the contrary, though, he got more and more distant and told her he wasn’t ready to look after a child and that he had too many things to do before he settled down. At the time, we didn’t know his father was very much against their relationship.

      Her pregnancy was not planned. It just happened. As her due date came closer, she was hoping he could still change his mind. But Andrew was nowhere to be found. After your mother died, I tried to locate him to no avail. His father didn’t want me to know where he was.

      I was listening and wondered why my father never tried to talk to my aunt. Maybe she didn’t know herself. All I understood now was that I had a father. She never told me any story about my father dying or being ill like you hear in the movies. So I just listened to her talking.

      CHAPTER THREE

      My aunt located my father two years after my mother died. She found out that he was married and had a little boy. She talked to him about me and asked him what he intended to do. He said he would contact her as soon as possible. He needed to talk to his wife about the whole thing. He wasn’t sure about my existence since he had had no idea whether my mother had given birth or had had a miscarriage. He didn’t want my aunt to call him again. He said he would call her in his own time.

      I was sure it was him I had seen in our house.

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