I am shaken awake by Camden, just like I was when we first arrived at our new house. "Mommy says they are here." He hands me my phone. I glance at the time. 11:52. Dang, their flight came in late. We all stand up and walk over to where they will get off their plane. I see two high school girls walk off. Nope. Three guys in business suits. Nope. A grandma, grandpa, and grandchildren. Nope. Then, a girl my age gets off. She pushes a little girl about five years old in a wheelchair. The first thing I notice about the girl my age is how pretty she is. She has dark, thick, naturally wavy hair. Her dark eyes look beautiful, but sad. She has pale freckles covering her cheeks, just under her eyes. The next thing I notice are her scars and bruises. She wears a black hoodie and black sweatpants, probably covering most of her bruises. She has a long red scar that runs from the middle of her nose to the edge of her mouth. Her left eye is badly bruised and swollen shut. She smiles at us. Her teeth are crocked. She probably never was given the choice of getting braces. Still, she is beautiful. The girl in the wheelchair smiles too. She is missing at least six teeth, including her front teeth, but has no noticeable bruises or scars. Her legs aren't in casts or splits, which makes me wonder what is wrong with them. Unlike her sister, Meghan has thin, curly blonde hair. They are in two little pigtails. She wears a black hoodie and black sweatpants, just like her big sister. "Hi!" she waves with her tiny hands. "I am Meghan. I am five years old and I like pizza!" she holds up four fingers, counts them out loud and adds another finger.
"Hi Meghan! I am Lindsey, I am thirteen, and I like basketball."
"I am Kelsey. I am thirteen and..." she mumbles and I don't catch the rest.
"What happened to you legs?" Camden asks rudely.
"Camden John!" my mother cries.
Meghan giggles. "Mommy dropped me down the stairs when I was a baby. They've never worked since." Meghan almost seems happy about this.
"Since you like pizza, why don't we pick up a couple of pizzas and head home. It's late." My mom suggests.
"Yeah." Kelsey mumbles.
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