I sit here on the steps, the crisp cool evening wind brushes across my face as I sit here on the steps out side of our two story townhouse. The multicolored leaves whip around in circles across the ground in little tornados rustling as they passed by. I pull in a deep breath, home, finally. I know I should be inside with everyone esle, but sometimes I feel like even my dreams get crowed and I need a break. I mean I got what I always wanted, me and my brother finally got to come home from foster care and everythings seems like it is going so well, so where is this odd feeling come from, and why do I feel like Iam wrong for feeling this way.
Just then the door opens quietly letting the tinest hint of light along with the happy family sounds coming from inside. I sigh and shrug deeper into my jacket as my mother closes the door and queitly sits down beside me and wraps her around me. For the longest time we sit together as the sun goes down behind the late fall colored trees. I wonder if she can hear what my heart is saying, does she know how I feel about everything, does she know I wonder how it affects us all, I mean I know that they have been through a lot as well, and I want to know everything she feels too. We almost lost it all, and I think we all know that this is the last chance, I know that things are better, but they have been better before, I just dont think that I can make it through it all if things go wrong again.
