Chances are you are not able to do what you want to do. The world would never give you what you want but what you need.
“Are you okay my dear, why are you crying?” Becca asks me.
Her voice pulls me away from my internal reverie. I wipe my face with the back of my sleeve and force a smile. “It’s nothing. Something just got caught in my eyes. But it’s nothing to worry about,” I answer while my lower lip quivers in nervousness. I have no idea that I was crying. I am way too emotional to check on my actions. I have never dream I could be in the same room with my birth mom and dad. I know they both don’t who I really am but I don’t care at all, as long as I can be with them. This memory in front of me will be forever etched in the depths of my brain. I am very fortunate that I am able to see
