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Eva

I can't believe that happened, my brother still doesn't know what did end up happening except that Callie hasn't left my side since it happened a hour ago. After the "episode" everyone just kind of ignored the obvious truth behind what had happened in favor of us getting some sleep. Dinner was all but forgotten when I went and got Nate from upstairs and subsequently Jude who was sleeping next to him. Callie and I moved Jude into his bed first seeing as they were hiding in Jude's closet. I then went to wake Nate so he could get settled downstairs. We were all moving very quietly, even Callie who seemed comfortable with Lena and Stef. I felt as if we were walking on eggshells but this wasn't new feeling for me and I was pretty good at it.

As Callie and I started setting up the couch with blankets I sent Nate to the bathroom so me and her could talk. No one speaks for minute until I can't stand the silence anymore.

"So you found a home?" I say as I look around at the pictures on the wall, most of which include Callie and Jude.

"Yeah," She states, "Stef and Lena are really nice, you guys are safe here."

I look at her skeptically, I have been in a lot of foster homes but none of which have I felt truly safe, if there wasn't someone hitting me, there was someone withholding food, if there wasn't someone withholding food, there was always the threat of moving away.

I get distracted as my stomach rumbles. It's now that I remember that all the food Nate and I have had today was a granola bar bill gave us.

"Hungry?" Callie questions. I look at her and think. On one hand at any other foster house taking food without permission, especially on the first night was a big no but on the other hand Callie did say it was safe. I decide it's safe, as long as we don't get caught, after all Nate hasn't eaten all day either, after all, a girls got to eat.

Callie

I know mentioning food was the right way to go. Before she got into the system, Eva, loved to cook even though there wasn't always food in her house. She tried to continue the hobby but it's hard to cook for fun when you are fighting for survival.

As we walk into the kitchen I get a mischievous look on my face. I smile at Eva as I make a break for the tortillas on the counter. Eva cracks up most likely because she knows where I am going with this.

Once I grab the cheese and the pan we are ready to make Eva's famous quesadillas. Eva would make these for us in our old placement on bad days, it was always Nate's favorite dinner.

It starts to feel like old times, the good parts at least. Eva was like a sister to me. She had my back more times than I can count and took punches for not only me but Jude too, for that I can never repay her. She was my first sister, she protected me and the person I cared about the most before she even knew we really us. Looking at her now I see her smile but it looks like she hasn't smile in a while. I know I should've looked for her when we got separated but I had chewed and I thought she had Nate. We just didn't stay in touch and looking at how haunted her eyes are, even when she smiles, I wish we did.

Eva

"I'm going to go find Nate." I say as I am walking out of the room.

I walk out of the room and I'm tense again. I know Callie said the house was safe but I've been told that before. I quietly cross the hallway and go tear Nate apart from the book he's reading. He was reading one of the only books I've managed to get him in Hebrew over the years. I think he might've read it 100 times but to be honest so have I. It's not so much the story that we love but it's the feeling of a place we belong. We don't get to go to synagogue anymore, we don't go to jewish youth group events, we don't celebrate many holidays, we just don't have the time, option or energy to. Every day we fight to just keep our heads above water and some days we can't even do that. A book in our first language makes wherever we are feel like home, even if it's just for a second.

"Nate, Callie and I made something," I say smiling, it has been a while since I have been able to do something like this for Nate.

"Quesadillas?" Nate asks.

"You will just have to come and find out," I say walking into the kitchen. He follows not being able to resist food.

As we walk in I see Callie already eating, I take a seat next to her and rest my head on her shoulder. When life was especially hard, or I had just gotten a bad beating at our old placement Callie would always be there to hear me. In foster care people don't listen to you, you are a object that gets passed around for money. I think her being in foster care helped, she knew what it was like but also listened to my story's, the story's of a kid who got pushed around like I was nothing.

R&R