It's me! I'm so sorry for the wait - my life has been crazy so far.

Enjoy!

Wendy walked away from her house with a blue backpack resting on her shoulders. She looked down at her white sneakers, now covered in mud. She decided not to hand out the letters, for it would just cause too much pain.

During this long journey of hers, she started to think of her brothers and the memories they had made together as children. Natsu and Gajeel, always arguing about stupid things, like who got to watch TV next - as they fought, she and Laxus went to the basement with their personal stash of assorted candies and sodas, where they would play Mario Kart until it was time to go to bed.

A smirk formed on her face as the memories came to mind. Then, she thought of her parents. Always taking care of her when she was sick, always throwing birthday parties for her, always cheering her up when she felt down in the dumps. Through thick and thin, they always felt like family.

They were family.

A jolt of realization struck Wendy. Her eyes widened. She stopped walking.

They're my family... I love them and they love me... she thought, turning her head to look back at her house. I can't just... just LEAVE them!

She turned around and sprinted back home, where her parents would hopefully be.

She opened the front door, entered the house, and saw her parents, reading the letters. Wendy stood in front of them with tears in her eyes - happy tears.

There sat Ingeel and Grandeeney at the kitchen table. From the corner of their eyes, they spotted Wendy. "Mom..." she muttered with a sad smile. "Dad..."

Immediately, her parents lept out of their chairs and hugged Wendy as tight as they could.

Right then and there, she knew she was home. She knew she was with her family - her true family.

Alright, that's the end of the story. The reason why I didn't make it a romantic ending is that I read over the previous chapter, and I made it seem like being adopted was a bad thing. I was, like, 12 when I started writing this story, so you can't blame me 100%.

My mom is actually adopted and recently met her birth mother. She was beyond happy, but she knows she will never be able to call her "Mom." She didn't raise my mom, my grandma did.

So, here's the tea: You're important. You're needed. You're loved. Whoever is raising you is lucky to have you in their lives.

See ya!

~Ava