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Another place to call home. Another family to call your own. Being an orphan had always been hard to get used to. I remembered a few years ago when I didn't have to worry about all of this. But then my only family, Mom, passed away in car accident. It was the other driver's fault. A drunk driver.

I could still see her beautiful face. Her calming blue eyes. I could still feel her warm, caring touch. Her wonderful voice was slowly slipping away. Hot tears streamed down my face. She was the best mother anyone could ever ask for.

"Kasey Johnson, your new foster family is here to meet you," a voice interrupted my thoughts. It was my caseworker. I glanced up from the floor I had been glaring at.

My new family. Another new mother and father. New siblings. A new school. I sighed. When will all this change ever end?

As I strolled out to meet them, I wiped the shameful tears away. There stood a smiling man with sandy red hair and blue eyes. His family were standing next to him. They too were smiling.

"Hi, my name's Roy. This is my wife Joanne. And these are my kids Chris, Amy, and Lisa."

"Nice to meet you," I said politely with a lump still in my throat. For some odd reason his voice briefly reminded me of Mom's. So soft and caring. So comforting.

As we headed to this new "home", Roy tried to make conversation.

"I know this will be tough for you at first, but you'll get used to it."

Isn't that what they all say, I thought, but remained silent. I glared at the window as if to burst it into flames. Why did this have to happen?

As I felt the pain burning in my heart, tears filled my eyes again and blurred my vision. I tried to hold them back, but they kept coming. I panicked when I saw we had arrived. I didn't want anyone seeing me crying. I wiped the tears away fast but not fast enough. Opening the door for me, Mr. DeSoto and saw my tears.

"It's going to be fine, Kasey. You have nothing to worry about. You'll feel part of the family before you know it," he said, hugging me.

Something about him made me smile. I didn't know if it was his comforting voice or his words that showed he cared.

At that point I decided to try to be positive about this new family. After all I had to admit, they were sincerely trying to help.

Later the kids were playing with blocks in their rooms. At fifteen, I was too old to play games. Roy read the newspaper and Joanne watched cooking shows on the television.

I decided to talk to Mr. DeSoto. I felt this immediate connection between us like he would understand everything. If I don't tell him now, when will I tell anyone?

Telling him the whole story, it all came rushing back to me. The smile she had as she talked to me. The moment she screamed my name in terror. The deafening shriek of the wheels and the crash that tragically ended her life. My eyes brimmed with tears.

He leaned over and gave me a side hug. I could see the deep care in his eyes and feel the love in his warm embrace. I'd been right. He really did care.

That night I quickly drifted off to sleep. It was rare. I had often felt like a stranger in my foster family's home. But this time I felt peace and at home.