Adopted by Lin-Manuel Miranda, THAT ACTUALLY MAKES SENSE.

"HOME"

Apparently, the Mirandas passed the inspection with flying colors. It was time for me to leave the hospital, and go to my new "Home".

I say "Home", because I know that I'm not going to stay there long. I have never had an actual home before. The longest foster family that I've ever had was only for 3 years, but I'm sure that I'll be going somewhere else in less than a year.  

I was still mad at Vanessa, very mad. I didn't talk to her as the nurse came to check on me, or when the orderly released me. She tried to talk to me on the taxi ride home, but I refused. It took all my strength not to say anything on the long drive. I didn't even realize where we were going until we were almost there.

I looked out the window and saw a familiar scene. Bodegas, open fire hydrants, men selling shave ice on the streets. Home, I thought. Then I saw it. 

It was my foster home, my favorite one. A brick townhouse with sandstone edges and detailing. I recognized it immediately, the petunias outside were as bright as the day I first saw them. Kate always prided herself on her gardening. Isabel and Kate. I forgot how much I missed them. 

When I arrived, Kate and Isabel already had an adopted son, Rudy. He treated me like a younger sister. Isabel was a writer, and Kate worked at a pet shop 3 blocks away. When the pet shop closed, they were tight on money. I was taken to another foster home so they could have more money. No one wanted to be separated. It had to be done. 

We passed by the house so quickly, but Vanessa knew I saw something. 

The day became a bit brighter when I realized that I was living in Washington Heights. We finally arrived at their apartment, I was less angry than I was. I was still mad though.

An apartment wasn't the right word. It was more like a house. A townhouse. Behind the front door was a coatrack, and a staircase. We went up. When Vanessa opened the front door, I was surprised. We opened right into the kitchen. You could see through to the living room over the island. On the floor, there was a small child playing with trains. There is a hallway with a few doors that I assume are bedrooms. 

This is "Home" then.