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There were two adoption centres near moms salon. I'd seen the kids playing outside when we drove past on the weekends.

I used to duck in my chair when we drove past. I didn't want them to see me and mom happy and singing together because it might've made them upset.

I'd stared up at the building before climbing the steps to the door. That building was going to be my home for a while.

I knocked on the door for a while until the door opened and a man appeared on the over side. The mans name was Aaron, he was the best person I'd met.

I remember him asking me what my name was, this was the one thing I forgot about. A new name. I had to think of something quickly and the only name I could think of was Sam, it was Simons best friends name. Poor Sam, he lost his best friend in that crash and I was so selfish that I didn't even try to save Simon. My own brother. My own best friend.

18/02/20

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