Grace
I had never felt like I belonged anywhere. Not once in my life.
Back at the orphanage, I was that quiet kid, the one who sat alone and stared out the window, saying nothing. The one who didn’t laugh, didn’t cry, didn’t fight for attention like the others. I just existed.
"She’s weird. Kids shouldn’t be that quiet. She just stares. What’s wrong with her?” That’s what one of the prospective parents said once, right in front of me.
While other children were adopted, celebrated, taken into warm arms, I stood by the door every time watching them leave without me.
And then they came.
My mother and father.
They didn’t hesitate. They didn’t even look at the other children. They just picked me as if they already knew who I was. They didn’t smile, they weren’t warm, but I was chosen. F
