Maybe next year

"Maybe next Christmas someone will adopt you." explained the white-haired lady. She flashed me an apologetic smile before sauntering out of the room. I've heard that one for 6 Christmas's now. The same words, except sometimes she said "Maybe next Christmas you will have a new family." A new family. One to call my one, one to love me, one to comfort me when I'm frightened, one to have ups, have downs, but most of all one that won't leave me. I've been with more families than I can count. I don't even know most of their names, let alone their last names. Each time they would give me back because of the dreams I had. The dream, or more like a nightmare of when I was ripped out of my mothers arms. Her eyes showed sorrow, but I knew she would get over me in a matter of days. But I wouldn't get over her. Either that or they would give me because I would NEVER treat them like my family. Because they weren't.

I sat down on my tiny little bed, thinking about how long it would take for me to find my true family.

My blonde curls cascaded down my back as I flopped down. You know it hurts inside. Everyday I watch as family bring home presents they got for each other or the Christmas tree they all picked out. I wanted that love and affection so bad! But I knew, as well as everyone else, it would be a while before I could have a family other than the staff at the foster home. And it wasn't when someone was going to adopt me, it was when I turned 18 an was able to leave and make my own living. Though I had been at this foster home for 8 years now, it still hasn't been my home. Or at least felt like it.

I only have one friend who just comes and goes to the foster home same as me. Her name is Peyton. She is two years older, but to us it doesn't matter. We talk about our old families, or what we remember. Her dad went to prison when she was four and her mother left her family when she was two. Her mother apparently never even wanted Peyton. "Another Christmas talk?" I snap my head up from my thoughts. Sighing, I nod. "Same here." she concludes. "Want some Oreos with peanut butter?" This is like our new tradition. For when we don't get adopted. I shrug, but I guess she took that as a yes because she left the room and came back with a can of peanut butter and a pack of Oreos.

Ripping open the pack and unscrewing the cap to the peanut butter she lifted my chin up to look into her dark green eyes. "Sweetie your family will come soon." she makes me feel so much better. All the time. Probably because she has the same scenario as you. My subconscious throws in. "What do you want to do for your birthday? Your going to be 17!! So exciting!! One more year and we can move out together." Taking the thought of not having a family to the back of my mind. Peyton is 19, but she wanted to wait for me to be old enough until she moves out. She's so thoughtful. We continue to talk about everything we can think of or whatever comes to mind while eating our Oreos with peanut butter. The thought of moving out keeps coming to mind, but I consistently push it back to back of my mind before calling it a night. It must have been 11:30 when Peyton left so i dozed off to bed easily. But what if I did run away?

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~Maddie