True Home

A New "Home"

For as long as I can remember I have had no real sense of "home". Sure being a foster kid I've had a roof over my head, but nothing has been "home" to me. I mean not being able to trust anyone might of not helped but that is all I know how to do. That always comes back to my so called "mother", I never knew her, she left me on the steps of the service workers fifteen years ago. Besides the fact that every time I have tried to think that this time is different, something always happens and I am casted back out and in the system once again. So this time around I swore to myself that I will stay quiet and not get attached to anyone nor anything.

So sitting in my "room" at the same old building that the stupid service workers practically belong to, I try to read and write down some goals for my new "home" when I do get replaced into one. Suddenly I hear clunky old worn out heels coming up the stairs. This could only mean one thing, my service worker is coming for me. She comes into my room too giddy for god knows what this time, but of course I know why she is this way. I have found a new"home to run off to.

"Kendra this is going to be a great day today!" Says my stupid service worker. 

"Let me guess new foster home? Don't worry I'm already packed."

"Well you are always so smart! Yes you are you are going to meet this man named Edward. He is going to foster you." She smiles too big and almost jumps up and down. "Get down quickly he seems eager to meet you."

"Okay I will!" I yell as she is already half way down the stairs. I roll my eyes and sigh as I sit back towards the wall. "Please let this be different than the others. Please, please, please I beg you." I run my fingers through my hair and get up. I check myself in the bathroom then grab my bag and walk down the stairs. 

When I got down to the first floor I was shocked to see what kind of person was standing there. This was not someone I was expecting at all.