"Waa! Waa!" Newborn Faith cried; she must have been hungry. I sat there awkwardly, not sure what to do with a crying baby. We were on our way to Forks, a full truck with my new "family"; The Andrews. They had just adopted me 2 days and 17 hours ago. I was now the older "sis" to a 6 year old girl Hope, a 5 year old boy Brandon, and 2 days and 15 hours old girl, Faith. Jen and John, or what they are trying to be to me now, Mom and Dad were singing to a country song. I didn't mind that, I liked country. My mother had grown up in Houston Texas for her whole life and loved country so I was used to the music.
"Amanda, Sweetheart could you dig into Faith's dipper bag and get her bottle, warm it up and feed her. The warmer should be in the bag to." Jen asked politely. I hated when she called me Sweetheart. I didn't mind helping her with Faith. I'm crazy about babies, my mom always use to tell me that I had baby fever. That was one thing I could talk to her about. Now that I think about it, I could have talked to her about some of my other problems, but I was just too stubborn to even think about talking to them. That's another thing I regret. Wish I could take that back, if only I had had more time.
I found her bottle and plugged in the warmer to heat it. I gave Faith her 'sucky' to stop her from crying. She wasn't that bad, she wasn't the type to scream her head off. She was an easy baby. After about 10 minutes the bottle was heated and I fed her. I wish she were my own, I wish I had at least one person left to love me. Faith fell asleep right after that.
We have been driving for 17 hours and have 3 more to go. It has been pure hell. Once we get to Forks, I will not set foot in another car for a month! And of course I had to sit in the middle so I could look after Faith. Brandon was leaning against me sleeping. I felt bad for the little guy, his head kept falling forward and he would snap it back to the seat. I pulled my arm around him and let him lean on the side of my breast. When I was with mom and dad, I was the baby in the family. I had two older brothers, Mark and Kessler. Kessler had died in a car accident 3 years ago, and Mark had disappeared right after he graduated from high school. I hear from him once and a while, but I don't know when I will hear him now. He doesn't even know that I got adopted.
"Thank you Amanda for helping out with the kids" Jen said as she turned to look at me. She smiled when she saw my arm around her son. Hope turned around from where she was sitting in the middle of the front seat. She laughed at the look on Brandon's face. The kid does have weird expressions when he sleeps. I stuck my tongue out at her and smiled. She giggled and turned around. Hope had dark brown eyes and round cheeks, but she was skinny for her age. She also had very beautiful, short cut brown hair. Needless to say she was as cute as a bottom. Brandon had short spiky dark hair and was short for his age. He was clingy and liked to always be by my side, until I got mad, that is.
When I was at home with all my friends and mom and dad, I was always angry. The simplest things would tick me off. I wasn't sure why, it just wasn't a good time for me. My mom and I always got into fights; my dad was too caught up in his work to even notice me. I missed them so much.