Today my brother turns 18. Or at least that's what I think. I wonder what would it be like If we were still a happy family. I'd like to imagine me and my mom would bake a cake and decorate it with vanilla frosting just because it's Cameron's favorite.
Is it Cameron's favorite?
I sight. I don't remember much, after all I was only 3 years old when I was separated from my parents. What do they look like?Have they changed at all? Does my father have any gray hairs? And does my mother have wrinkles around her eyes? Do they live in a big house with glass doors or in a small sweet home?
Their panicked faces as they said their final goodbyes have never left my memories but over the years their faces have gotten blurry.
My alarm clock rings but it doesn't really startle me, I've been up since 5 a.m. It's hard to sleep when the events that lead me here keep replaying on my mind. I would do anything to have my family by my side. Just one more time...
That year my parents where Deported and Cameron and me where sent into a foster home. After a few years not to far from my 10th birthday a family took me in. They only wanted one kid which led to the adoption of only me. That's the last I saw of him but his words circle my mind again and again "I'll look for you as soon as I get out of here. I promise Lily"
I'm waiting big bro, I'm waiting.
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One Step Closer
Short StoryIt stared when I was 10. I had 10 years of pure happiness, 10 years of scraped knees and hide and seek, 10 years of Disney movies and bubble baths... that was intill I was separated from my family. It wasn't an alien invasion or a zombie apocalypse...
