Here I am again. Staring out this window, watching the rain trickle down. Lord knows what time it is. I know that my brothers are probably asleep by now. I know I should too, but ever since my Mama died and August left, I can't help myself.
As a matter of fact, this is the type of night that we got the call. I never knew my Mama actually. Chris, Santo, and I have always been in and out of foster care. I just don't understand it. How could you put a child on this earth and never take care of them? YOU chose to have me, so you should take care of me, not put crack before me.
And August, it seems like since he blew up, he never comes around anymore. He promised that he would call, but never did. It's like he completely vanished and forgot about me and where he came from. I shook my head and sighed. I wish I had him back. He was my best friend.
"Boe?" A husky voice called.
I turned my head to see my big brother, Chris, standing there rubbing his eyes. I gave him a faint smile. He gave me a worried look back. Ever since that night and when he got his big break, Chris he's been more of a parent than a brother to Santo and I. He's always looking over us, and I like it that way. He even moved us into his house.
Chris wrapped his hands around my waist as we both stared out the window. He kissed my hair and the rested his chin on my head.
"Did I wake you?" I asked, still looking at the rain.
"No, but I knew you were up." He mumbled.
I nodded. Chris pulled my arm and led me to my bed. I groaned. I didn't want to go to sleep right now. I just wanted to look out the window. I climbed into bed anyway and Chris pulled my blanket over me. He kissed my forehead and stroked my hair.
"And actually stay in bed this time, Boe. You have school in the morning." He said.
"Fine." I huffed.
He kissed my forehead again and left my room, closing my door behind him. I turned over in my bed and faced my wall. I guess he's right, but, I just can't sleep. I can't help ask myself,"Does he still thinks about me?"
