Hey guys, I know this has been done before but I thougt I should try something different for once. :)

The way in which I feel is solely a reflection of you
The devastating childhood the powertrip you forced me through
But how could he leave you?
Could he fuck that whore?
He left you for
Get revenge. ~Maria Mena, Power Trip Ballad

I was the last one to move in and I'll probably be the last one to move out too. This is my story, my journey, a journey of happiness, love and pain. Liv Morelli-Mercer's life journey.

It was a cold snowy November day when Evelyn Mercer first met Liv Morelli; Evelyn had been called by a young social worker. Evelyn was well known along the different social departments and now that had a particular bad case. Liv Morelli.

Everyone knew that Evelyn took her four adoptive sons in and it wasn't a secret that she had a hand for problem children. And Liv was one of those problem children. It may seemed that she wasn't out righteous a 'bad' kid, she just couldn't fit in with other children and had many, many irrational fears and on top of that all she couldn't speak for herself – half of the time she was afraid to ask for things.

And to no one's surprise there was no foster family out there that had enough patience to actually help her. Or was willing to. The two social workers made an appointment at a so called neutral place. It wasn't an official thing per se, it was more a under hand meeting. Although everyone knew that Evelyn was practically a saint a lot of people thought she was crazy for taking in the four worst cases.

But at six years old Liv had been in five different foster homes and right now she lived in the temporary care of Hilary Mayer, her social worker. But as much as Hilary liked Liv she didn't have space or time for the small girl.

But enough of the background info, Evelyn met Liv at a playground near her home, at first she was surprised to see that Liv was really small for her age. Although she was six she looked like a small four year old. Her red woolen hat was too big for her and covered almost covered her eyes and her long blue coat seemed to thin to protect her from the cold. Evelyn immediately wanted to take that girl home with her and feed her till she would explode. But and that was certain she couldn't just bring another kid home without asking the boys first.

"…her father left her with her mother when she was four and from there it went downhill her mother got addicted to alcohol and then the CPS took her out of her mother's care and now we have her. We don't really know what happened because she doesn't talk about her past or her future for the matter. All she ever says is that she can't remember." Hilary had the sober expression on her face, that every experienced social worker had when she was talking about her cases.

Evelyn had missed most of the things Hilary told her because she was so focused on Liv who played in the snow getting her thin clothes wet. Liv obviously tried to make a snowman but the snow was too fresh to stick as one.

"I know that from her files. But thanks Hilary. I've got to go now."

"Please Evelyn, think about taking her in. She is almost too old to be saved from the system; no one wants an eight year old. Please." With a warm smile Evelyn left the snow covered park.

Evelyn thought about Liv as she roasted some chicken in her fry, she really didn't know if it was a good idea to take a girl in. Absent minded she didn't even notice that her boys had strolled in one after another, all still in hockey gear.

"Ma?" Evelyn jumped and the spatula she was holding slipped out of her hand, clashing it met the clean kitchen floor.

"Sorry." Jack said looking at her abashed, he was still getting used to living under her roof even though the eleven year old was with them now for two years, and he was scared of loud noises and had always this glimpse of panic in his eyes when he thought he was in trouble.

"Nonsense there is nothing to worry about, honey. I was just a little out there for a while." He nodded still looking a little confused but he dropped the matter.

"You know boys, you came quite right. You can set the table for dinner." Bobby and Angel groaned but Jack obeyed and silently set the table.

"Don't let him do it by himself. Make yourself useful, or there will be no dessert for you." The last part she said with a twinkle in her eyes dessert free days were a threat but never a done deed. Evelyn thought that such things were much too cruel.

"I've got to ask you something." Evelyn had a serious expression on her face as she looked at each boys face.

Jerry had joined them for dinner after he had come home from Camille's place.

"I swear Ma, it wasn't me." Angel said holding his hands up, he earned a sweat on the back of his head from Bobby. "Ow man."

Evelyn raised her eyebrows but still saw everything in good humor. "We'll talk about this later Angel. But for now if got different topic to discuss with you." Jerry was the one to nod for her to continue. "Today I've been contacted by Hilary Mayer – you all know her – she asked me to meet up with her and a foster child." She could tell by the looks she got they all knew what was about to come. "And now I'm thinking about taking her in." She didn't expect her sons to wear such sober expressions.

It was Bobby to speak up first. "Her?" There was surprise in his voice and a little concern too.

"Yes she is about six years old and she has been in the system for about two years now, don't be surprised but she looks a lot younger than she actually is." After a moment of silence Evelyn started tapping her fingers on the table impatiently, that was the moment she realized that she already had made up her mind about what would happen to Liv. "So what do you think?" "We can't stop you, can we?" Bobby asked, he smiled a sure sign that he wouldn't mind either.

"Sure Ma." Jerry said and Angel nodded along. Jack was the only one left to say anything and Evelyn looked at him expectantly.

"Umm yeah…it's fine with me." He showed a short smile and showed off his lack of front teeth. Evelyn smiled and felt her stomach fill with a warm feeling. She would enjoy the company of a girl for once.

None of the boys would let her braid their hair.

A/N: Please be kind. I know this chapter isn't much but I promise the next chapter will be longer. :) Love, L.