As usual it was raining outside in dreary Seattle,Washington. My names Walker that is. I'm a sixteen year-old who lives with my Gran and Ben and are my three of us live with Gran because my parents Lillian and John were on a buisness trip. I was adopted in this family, so my parents aren't really my mom and dad. There hasn't been a time when I haven't known it though. No drama, no secrets. And even though they aren't my biological parents, they named me and raised me for the last 15 years.
Jasmine Gates Humphry(my gran/mother's mother), told me stories of where I came from and why I was given my name. Rowan is a lacey,frilly flower that is a pale ivy colour. My skin resembled that shade and it suits me perfectly. Not to mention that it was a family tradition to name the first daughter of every Gates family after a flower. My hair is a curly dark brown, almost black looking, and my eyes are an ice blue. Not at all like Lewie and Ben. Lewie is eighteen, in his last year of high school(hard to believe with the way he acts). His eyes seem to be the exact green of my mom's and the same sandy locks of my pepe(dad's dad). Ben is alot younger than me though, twelve and a half, with dark hair like mine and gray eyes like daddy's. Both of them were born in Sacre-mento, California. My mom, Paris, and my dad, Boston, Mass. Then there's me... I was born in Canadian Rockies, Canada and Moscow,Russia; the most beautiful place on earth.
Anyways, back to mom and dad: Lillian and John work as lawyers, and solve cases all across the country. They both are amazing with class and seriousness, they always get the job done. Being popular this causes us to travel. And Seattle has been our longest home yet. Two years.
'One day, I will find my own home...' I thought as my eyelids grew heavy, 'But for now, I'm content with where I am,with who I live with, and I will not leave the nest just yet.'
As I drifted into a comfortable sleep, I saw a family of swallows and a swan below take flight. I watched it fly away from a branch high above. Tomorrow mom and dad were leaving for the airport. Another trip, in Conneticut. In this dream, a tear fell down my cheek and I watched the descending bird. Good-bye, little me...