Come, matter here
An orphan.
Removed from her mother as a toddler.
Bouncing from home to home.
A longing—just one family, please. It happened.
A move to Florida, a meeting of all the family. A showing of a home almost finished. Her very own room. This. Her dream—to belong.
And then she blinked, a jumbled memory. Sitting in her old room back in New Jersey being told, “I’m sorry, but we’re not adopting you anymore.” Time stops.
A plea, tears of desperation…“choose me!”, she cried.
No.
A move to a group home. She retreated to herself, becoming the master people pleaser.
It never went away though, that tugging deep inside her—a longing, a desire.
For years a struggle that boiled down to—come, matter here.
“It never went away though, that tugging deep inside her—a longing, a desire...to come, matter here”
