God , the sky looks beautiful tonight. The stars, like scattered pieces of the moon spread out on the open horizon. Emma is already asleep, the woolen quilt I made wrapped around her for warmth, her red hair spread out on the small straw pillow just so the tips fall off onto the ragged mattress. Zara however is still awake though she may be pretending to be asleep, I always have and will be able to see through her. Her small body is curled up tight amongst itself. And her Crisp cream white hair is smooth and still draping itself down her back till it stops just below her hips. Zara looks so peaceful but I can tell her Mind is buzzing , not like mine because I am such of an optimist and not like Emma ,for she is unaware of our "small" dilemma, but her own kind of anxiety. Zara is a realist, she no longer believes that everything will magically turn out okay. And knows that we don't live in a fairy tail world with wonder around every corner. She knows that sometimes we will face problems, problems we can't fix, like this one. Mrs.Colley's home for unwanted girls - our home - is being leveled and will be turned into a parking garage.The worst part of all Is that Zara isn't worried about herself but about me, since Emma and herself are still at the age of proper adoption they have a very good chance of getting adopted before the house is leveled. Even though she puts on a brave face I can tell that she is worried that , because I am much older than them I have a far smaller chance of getting a family. To be honest the thought hasn't yet gotten to me yet , some how I have a small glisten of hope that I won't be alone. Under the light of the stars I whispered the words of the lullaby that my mother would sing to my before I was put up to adoption. With one last glance at the silent girl across the room laying in her bed, hair shining in the moon light I could tell that she was starting to relax- like she does most nights at this time - and would soon fall asleep. So I lay back on the wooden bench covered in home made pillows .Words of my mother in my head I drifted off to sleep with a woolen blanket draped across my body. Hopefully tomorrow will be more easygoing and simple.
