Anseio
Anseio
Once upon a time there was a woman named Joanne K. Rowling. She was famous, rich and very beloved. She was a very successful children's book author and she was always fighting for human rights and caring for orphans and giving them a home.
A homeless boy had fallen madly in love with this woman. He had never met her in person, but he had heard a lot about her and he reads her book every day. It always made him laugh and comforted him. Every day he held the book in his hand, read it, just looked at it or kept it safely tucked away under his jacket. At night he fell asleep with the book. The book was all the boy had.
The boy, Anseio was his name, slept in a hut that he had built himself. The hut was behind a shopping mall right next to a bay where there were train tracks. Nobody ever went there and it was beautiful there with lots of trees and plants and wild animals often came and asked Anseio to give them some of his food.
One night, a car drove into the square behind the mall and stopped, not far from Anseio's hut. Two people got out and shouted at each other. Anseio, who had woken up from the noise, crept to his window and watched the two arguing. It was a woman and a man. Anseio couldn't see much because the headlights were blinding him. Suddenly the two people stopped talking. They seemed to have spotted Anseio or at least his hut. The woman slowly walked towards the hut. "Hello?" she called. "There was a child there!" she said to the man. "A little boy! I saw it clearly!" - "Oh, come on, Yvonne!" the man said angrily. "Some homeless lives there and don't change the subject now!"
Anseio ran to his bed and grabbed the book. The next moment the woman knocked on Anseio's door. Or rather, where Anseio wanted to install a door later. Anseio said nothing, but waited in the shadows, anxiously waiting to see what would happen. "Hello?" said the woman and slowly walked through the door frame. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." Anseio stepped into the light and revealed himself. "Hi, little one," said the woman. "Are your parents here somewhere?" Anseio said nothing. "Walter!" called the woman. "Call the police quickly, there's a little boy here!" The woman turned to Anseio again. "What's your name, little one?" But without waiting for an answer, she shouted again: "WALTER, DAMMIT, CALL THE POLICE NOW AND COME HERE!"
The police came and took Anseio to the police station. Yvonne and Walter accompanied him. Yvonne had forced Walter to do this because he would have preferred to go home. The police said that Anseio would be sent to a children's home with lots of other children, but the policeman didn't sound really convinced. Anseio also didn't want to leave his hut and the animals that always visited him there. But he would love to live in a house that didn't let in the rain, that had a real door and where there was enough to eat. And the policeman said that it was out of the question for Anseio to continue living in the hut he had built himself.
"Can't you be my parents?" Anseio asked Yvonne and Walter. Walter looked as if he had been struck by lightning and Yvonne's eyes filled with tears. The policeman said: "If you really want that and they both agree?" He looked uncertainly over at Yvonne and Walter. "I would love to do it, but I can't, I mean we can't-" Yvonne stammered to herself. Then she suddenly beamed. "Kirsten!" she said, now shaking excitedly with suppressed tension. "Kirsten, darling!" she said, grabbing Walter's arm as she talked to him. "You know she and her husband want to adopt a child anyway. That would be the solution!" - "That would be the solution, yes," said Walter, confused and visibly completely overwhelmed by the situation.
At that moment, Anseio became terribly aware that he would probably never see the animals that had always visited him in his hut again, and he started to cry.
Yvonne quickly pulled her phone out of her handbag and called Kirsten. The matter was quickly decided. Anseio would live with Kirsten and her husband. He would be able to move in on Friday. Until then, he would live with Yvonne and Walter. Kirsten and her husband were on vacation, so they would only get to know Anseio, just as Anseio would get to know them, on Friday.
His new parents turned out to be the nicest people in the world. Anseio even thought that the two of them would be serious competition for Joanne. He never thought that people could be so friendly. He liked them both right from the start and took them into his heart.
When Anseio had spent about a week with his new parents, Kirsten suddenly said one evening, after she had just said goodnight to him while she sat on the edge of his bed: "Anseio, I see you always carry that book around with you. I see how much you like the woman who wrote it. And I didn't want to tell you directly because I didn't want to disappoint you if it will not work out, but by chance, if everything works out, then maybe I could arrange for you to see her in real life. Just if you want to, of course!" "You know her? Really?" asked Anseio, sitting up in bed. "I don't believe you!" He looked at her suspiciously. "Knowing her is an exaggeration!" said Kirsten. "I'm working on a new film of hers and I see her there sometimes. And well, you could come with me to work one day." Anseio threw his blanket aside, jumped out of bed and ran to his backpack, which his new parents had given him. "I'm ready!" said Anseio as he stuffed the book into his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. Kirsten laughed. "She's asleep right now at this time of day. You'll have to be patient for a few more days. Before that, we' will find a school for you." Kirsten stood up, said again: "Sleep well, I love you," went out into the hallway and quietly closed the door behind her, not without turning around once more and giving Anseio an encouraging smile.
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