Mrs. Amber called me into her office for the first time in two years.
Until now, she had talked to me during dinner or sat in the living room with me. She intertwined her fingers with mine and said I can go home. I remember how when I first came, I wanted so desperately to go home.
But now, I don't want to leave. I never had a family, but now I do.
The five people that I met in this hospital room were more of a family then the parents I spent 17 years with.
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We Are Not Who You Think We Are
Teen FictionBringing awareness to mental health and disorders. Undergoing major reconstruction. Won't take it down while I'm editing. Be patient. Thank you. Treat people with kindness.
