What We Have

All those years, growing up so alone. No one to play with. No one to look up to. No one to protect. And now... These people just come strutting into my life. I was a foster kid. Constantly thrown out of peoples homes because I wasn't a cute little kid or they finally had their own kid. All my life I was thrown from house to house. Some foster parents loving, others were abusive. I was almost killed by one family, I had been hospitalized for three months, getting my vitals set back into place. But now, after sixteen years. Sixteen damn years my real family shows up to come get me.
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