Finding a Home

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I called my mother, telling her the good news.
She cried.
She screamed.
She was amazed.
"I prayed for you last night." She told me.
"It worked."
I smiled.
"Mom, I won't see Ryland." I said, and welled up with tears.
"Yes you will." She answered.
"You're 18 now. We adopted you. You can move out now.
You can move in with Ryland if you want.
We'll move in wherever you go. Same town.
Or, Ryland can come live with us."
Ryland doesn't have a family.
He lives on his own, so I think he'll like that.
I smiled, said I had to go, and hung up on my mom.
I ran up to Ryland's room.
I busted in and almost screamed.
"My mom wants you to come live with us. Please, oh please, oh please come!" I begged him.
"Live with you and your parents?" He asked, surprised.
He just grabbed me, and pulled me into a huge hug.
He lifted me up, and laughed, with his enjoyable giggle.
"Yes!!!!!" He exclaimed, excitedly.
We hugged for I don't even know how long, and ran downstairs to tell Belle. She's my friend.
She teared up a little. "Aweeeee!!!" She said.
We walked down to the waiting room. We used the phone to call my mom and tell her.

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