The woman must've seen my puzzled expression, because she asked why I looked so confused.
"Uhm," I began, "er, who are you?"
"Taylor..? Taylor, it's me, Mom. Are you feeling okay this morning? Ooh, you know what? You're probably hungover from your party last night. That's it..." responded the mother, chuckling.
I kept silent. I knew for a fact I was not out partying last night nor was I here in this house. As I perched on the windowseat, scrathching my head in awe, the cute, middle brother ame up ot me and started swinging my hands. I had never really seen such a bright, refreshing-looking boy in my life, since all the other ones at Peters Orphanage were low-class and dirty.
"Taylor! Wanna play Wii with me?"
"What? What's Wii?"
"You're so silly, Tayl. Come on!" he pulled me up and into an adjacent room. I scoped out this room as well. Who has the money for a spare room just because? I sat down, gazing at the television screen, as the boy whose mom called him "Henry," handed me this white controller thing. Maybe it was a video game.
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A Place in this World
Non-FictionA place in this world is all she ever wanted, nothing more, except when she finally and ultimately addresses her desire for the one thing she knew she could never obtain: A family. A real, loving family. When she finally gets what she thinks she ne...
