What About Us (A Journey To Finding Hope And Family)

Finding A Family

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We are searchlights, we can see in the dark
We are rockets, pointing up at the stars
We are billions of beautiful hearts
And you sold us down the river too far
(Far)
Why did this happen, what did we do to deserve this? Fifteen-year-old Rebora questioned mentally, is it just because we're different? Why can't they accept us for who we are?

What about us?
What about all the times you said you had the answers?
What about us? Jaya, who is 17, asked, not expecting to receive an answer, why don't we get our answers?

What about us?
What about all the broken happy ever afters?
Why does everyone else get their happy endings except us? Calen, a Scottish 18-year-old, accused in his mind, some of us aren't even 10, why do they not get a happy ending, they haven't done anything!

What about us? (What about?)
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
Why do they even try and give us false hope, Debi a 13-year-old from New Orleans, sighed. They're just gonna hurt us anyway.

What about love? (What about?) What about trust?
What about us?
"Why don't they care for us? Where did their love and trust for us go?" Jyan, a 14-year-old Indian, asked out loud, hoping for an answer.

We are problems that want to be solved
"Why do they act like we're a disease? Like we need to be cured?" Eight-year-old Hali questioned his older sibling, a 16-year-old called Nike.

We are children that need to be loved (We need love)
Why don't they love us? We are children, we did nothing wrong. They all wondered at the same time.

We were willin', we came when you called
"At one point they did," Nike answered softly. "At one point we did anything they asked for, and they gave us love in return."

But, man, you fooled us, enough is enough, oh
It was around 6:00 p.m. and everyone in that group headed to the designated meeting place with all the food they could find.

They got there around the same time as everyone else, and set the food on the ground. The older kids passed around the food, secretly giving the younger ones the best food.

What about us?
What about all the times you said you had the answers?
All of them ate quietly, lost in thought, before Jayne, who's 17 and collgender, inquired "What are we going to do? We can't go much longer like this."

Everyone took a quick glance at the younger kids, eating peacefully, completely unaware of the dilemma their adopted older siblings have.

What about us?
What about all the broken happy ever afters?
"What about getting jobs?" 18-year-old Fathia suggested, her Arabian accent strong, "We could take shifts, half of us do something part of the week, and the other half does the rest."

Jaya, an Indian agender, shook vis head, "It wouldn't work, too many people know what we look like, and I don't want to risk anyone finding our भाई बंधु (brothers) and बहनें (sisters)."