Where is home? What is a home? Where is my home? These questions swirled in my mind as I sat in the back of the 2015 black Toyota Camry, headed to my tenth foster home since the year began.
As an orphan, I had lost my parents in a plane crash when I was just five years old. I was brought to the orphanage a week after their burial, with no one to care for me. I had been adopted multiple times, but each family returned me to the orphanage. My first adoption was a nightmare - the family was involved in human trafficking, but I was fortunate to be rescued before they could sell me.
I found solace in reading, especially history and philosophy books. That's my story in a nutshell.
The car stopped in front of an old building, and I stepped out with my suitcase, waiting for Madam Chuck, my new foster mother, to follow. The building looked ancient, with tree vines sprouting across one part of it. Madam Chuck had instructed me to address her as such, not as "mother." Her stern demeanor intimidated me, and I wondered how long I would last in this new home.
However, when she opened the door, three kids ran out and hugged her, and I saw a warm smile on her face. They didn't call her "mother," but their faces showed they adored her, and she reciprocated their affection. She introduced me to Matt, Rose, and Phil, and they welcomed me with open arms.
As we entered the house, I was astonished by the lavish decor and settings. The outside appearance belied the comfort and peace within. Everywhere was beautifully decorated, with black fur cushions, a marble center table, and sparkling floors. A huge chandelier illuminated the living room, and art portraits hung on the walls, adding to the sense of comfort.
My room, which I shared with Matt and Phil, was cozy, with my own bed and space to place my belongings. The kids showed me around, sharing tales of their time with Madam Chuck. Two weeks in this new home taught me valuable lessons - to trust, share, tolerate, accept, and love. I felt a sense of belonging, comfort, and safety. I had found my true family.
Home isn't just a physical place; it's a feeling. It's where you're surrounded by people who make you feel comfortable, happy, and safe. I had found my home, and I hope you f
ind yours too.
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