Welcome Home

As I walked up to the front step of my new home with the social worker, I couldent help but feel nervous. 'What if they don't like me?' 'They're most likely going to send me back like the other two.'

Before I was here, I stayed with the Peaterson's. I stayed with them for about a year… or until I started seeing the shadows. Whichever came first. Then was the Wilson's. They sent me back after a week, practically screaming. I heard that they picked up and moved from our lovely Savannah, Georgia and went to some town in California. Talk about distance. We were still a good five minutes from their door- it was a pretty long walk- so I took out my phone, stuck in my ear buds, and scrolled down my playlist. I found What If? by The Plain White T's. How fitting. I clicked it and sunk into my bliss.

What if nobody likes me
Been there.

What if I don't succeed
Done that.

What if I give it all that I've got
And I still don't got what they need
Seems like everywhere I go.

What if I don't get anywhere at all
Will I consider myself a failure
Will I be that small

What if she doesn't like me
Oh well I guess

What if I'm not her type
What if all the girls that ever like me
Are not the kind of girls that I like
What if I meet the right one and screw it up
Will I consider myself a failure
Will I give up

I'm gonna keep trying
Getting denied just makes me want it more
I'll keep trying and each time push harder than before
I can't live my life always worried about what if
'Cause what if I die tomorrow
Then I never even lived

The chorus of this song always makes me feel good. Like whenever I hear it I think "Who Cares?"

We finally got to the door. The social worker whose name was Anne, was slightly panting. I knocked loudly. Apparently, they didn't want a door bell… go figure. I heard rustling behind the door, then it flew open. A little boy answered the door. He looked like he was six.

"Can I help yall?" he asked softly.

"Hi, sweetie," Anne said brightly, "Is mommy home?"

"Yeah," he said turning away, "MOM, THERE ARE TWO PEOPLE LOOKING FOR YOU AT THE DOOR!" She ran down the stairs, her long, loose black curls bouncing. She stopped looked at me and hugged me. She pulled me away and studied me as I studied her. Her black locks framed a tan heart shaped face. She had big brown orbs which had long eyelashes around them.

"You must be Max! We've waited so long for you!" she sang. Funny. That's what the Wilson's said when they met me. Whatever I guess. Just then a shadow formed in the comer. God no! Why now? I thought. My eyes stayed locked on that spot while the adults spoke about finalizations with the adoption. The shadow slowly took shape. I raised my eyebrow in confusion.

It became a wing.

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