July 19, 2004
Melissa arrived very late on Friday night due to a delayed plane, all rumpled hair and gentle snarl. The plane had largely been empty, but she had spent two weeks at camp and then hopped the last plane to England, so to say she was tired was an understatement.
She also was not interested in speaking to me.
I was bereft but acted like everything was ok.
Somehow, it worked.
Saturday afternoon we took a car trip down to his other brother's house, in Brighton. The entire family would be there (sans his father and stepmother, since they're about as close as my mother, father and stepmother) and again, the butterflies were settling in. I had printed out some pics of Mr. Y and his brothers and Mr. Y and Jeff, and put them in frames for Mr. Y's Mum. I don't really know that they were received with enthusiasm, but then again I've never given them gifts so have no idea how gifts are generally received anyway.
The house, owned by Mr. Y's brother Sam, his wife Jane and their daughter Jilly, was perched on a hill overlooking Brighton. It was a chaotic home of renovations ongoing, but you could tell that they really loved being there and owning it, that they were making a house into a home.
Mr. Y's Mum and Jeff arrived next, Jeff throwing himself into Mr. Y's arms before coming to tackle me. He then hung out with me the entire time, up until Mr. Y's other brother Adam showed up with his daughter, then I was the Velveteen Rabbit while Jeff and his cousin brought the house down.
But strangely Melissa, who by all accounts was surrounded by family she has known her whole life, started sticking closely by me. We made Shirley Temples. Played with cherry pits. Talked a lot. Suddenly I was ok and accepted, and I jsut acted low-key about it.
To say I was low-key inside though...well that's not true. It was like a fucking Fourth of July fireworks display going on inside.
Towards the end, Mr. Y's Mum wanted her 5 grandchildren together for a picture. Mr. Y and his brothers got their cameras out while Y's Mum posed them. Jilly, a sweetheart in every sense of the word, has these beautiful almond-shaped eyes, as Jane is actually from the Phillipines. Jilly is the half-Asian child I have always wanted to look like, creamy skin and stunning coloring. But she was not happy sitting there, and the tears started up.
Jane called out to her in Tagalog, and trying to be helpful, Mr. Y and his brothers picked it up, too. They called out to Jilly what Jane just said.
"Bopbop, Jilly! Bopbop!"
Jilly looked up, confused.
"Bopbop!" The men cried, flapping their arms. "Bopbop!"
Jilly gave up and started crying into her Lala teletubby. Jane was wheezing with laughter.
Turns out the men got it wrong.
As Jane then explained, tears of laughter in her eyes, bopbop has no meaning in Tagalog.
"Ah." said Adam. "Bopbop must be the infinitive."
We went home, and yesterday we trooped out to London for the day. It was a good day, a day that Melissa and Jeff said, in the end, was the best London visit of their life. In the London Eye, I helped Melissa find landmarks for the complimentary sticker book. Jeff's hand, when it couldn't find Mr. Y's, would head for me. At the Cyberworld 3D IMAX, Jeff and Melissa and I tried to look cool in our gargantuan 3D glasses, putting on posh accents, while Mr. Y tried to ignore us. We all talked and laughed a lot, and when we came home Jeff and I got spanked in Monopoly.
It's all still so fraught with emotion and tension, but for the first time, I have felt how nice it is to be a friend, to be ok. And I love the feeling, I think his kids are great kids, and I want them to always feel like they are welcome here, no matter what. Because they are.
No matter what.
In a quiet car ride to Brighton, Melissa absorbed in a DVD in the backseat (portable DVD players...babysitters of the future), Mr. Y and I talked.
He asked me about IVF in the UK.
I told him what I know.
He suggested we go ahead and put my name on the waiting list.
I wonder what's in the road ahead.
If you'll excuse me now-a waterpark and Shrek 2 have my name written all over it.
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