Ever since my grandfather almost a year from now, I’ve lived in this house all alone. Norman does his best to visit as often as he can. But that didn’t fill the loneliness I’ve been feeling since my grandparent’s death.
However, these past two weeks were different.
“I’m home,” I yelled. The sound of footsteps began rumbling the house until a little angel came into view with a pouty expression plastered on his face. I smiled, enjoying the presence of my little company.
Two weeks have passed since I met Sage. Living with him wasn’t difficult at all. I never met a mature kid like him before. He knows how to clean up himself, helps me out with everything, and stays inside the house without any complaints. But, I don’t think he should be acting like this. Kids like him should act like their
