[ she's only eight years old, yet it feels like a very long eight years that she's spent alone on this planet. time slows to a crawl when you have to keep starting over, with different families and different friends and new homes. she's been on her own, too, for a few days when she couldn't stand her last home. it wasn't until she was ready to burn the pages of her favorite book that she started to believe that it was too soon to give up on finding a family.
a family, though, is a little different than her family. these are her parents, her mother and father, and they wanted her. they want her now, as impossible as all of this is. she might be a kid, but she's been in that closet, checked it for secret passageways (as she does with every new home she's placed), and she knows it's four walls and a lot of worn out clothing. that they appeared out of nowhere is still less unbelievable that they appeared at all, when she was worried she would never find them.
oddly enough, she'd thought about trying to look during her brief time as a runaway. searching the internet in a library hadn't yielded anything but an article about the day she was born.
she wants so badly to believe in all of this that she lets her guard down for a moment. she takes a brave step forward, sniffling to keep from getting even more upset, and nods. everyone tells her she's a smart girl - too smart to go trusting strangers - but they don't feel like strangers to her at all. she lifts one hand and reaches out. do they shake hands? hold them? she's never had a parent to know how to show affection towards them.]
Will you take me with you? Away from here?
[ she might be unsure of them, but she's even less sure of this. if they're her family, she wants to be with them.]
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a family, though, is a little different than her family. these are her parents, her mother and father, and they wanted her. they want her now, as impossible as all of this is. she might be a kid, but she's been in that closet, checked it for secret passageways (as she does with every new home she's placed), and she knows it's four walls and a lot of worn out clothing. that they appeared out of nowhere is still less unbelievable that they appeared at all, when she was worried she would never find them.
oddly enough, she'd thought about trying to look during her brief time as a runaway. searching the internet in a library hadn't yielded anything but an article about the day she was born.
she wants so badly to believe in all of this that she lets her guard down for a moment. she takes a brave step forward, sniffling to keep from getting even more upset, and nods. everyone tells her she's a smart girl - too smart to go trusting strangers - but they don't feel like strangers to her at all. she lifts one hand and reaches out. do they shake hands? hold them? she's never had a parent to know how to show affection towards them.]
Will you take me with you? Away from here?
[ she might be unsure of them, but she's even less sure of this. if they're her family, she wants to be with them.]