old house. I tell her, and she types the address on Google Maps while I'm fidgeting in my seat. I'm tr

reamt of you hurting me while s

than you forgot it's your sister's birthd

ing myself feel better after eating. We head back to the road and begin our travel. After not a long wait, the road is getting familiar to my eyes. She asks about the way to my parents' house while ignoring the way to Google Maps. My heart is thudding so loudly that I can hear it with my ears, and I can feel i

our house?

le with that

ne of the car, unbuckles her seatbelt, and turns to look at me. I try to breathe in and breathe o

ready?"

she begins to get

eturn me to them?" I ask

what I wan

what I said. And I can't

you doing her

that they are worried about you, and I want

now I'm not on the news! I haven't even seen my face on the posters!" I yell at her. It is my

eatbelt again wit

." She calmly says. She starts the car and

we didn't face my parents, and we just returned home to my real home-the house where I'm welcome. Sarah madly got out of the car, then she madl

ng and living their lovely lives without me. Why would they care for their sister and their daughter when they have better lives without me? So why would I care about them if they don't care about me in the first place? If they do care about me, they should've made me

is squeaking while she's approaching me on my bed. She puts her hand on my back, pressin

on to all the kids I took home, and you're one of those kids, okay? Some kids were misunderstood, some kids have violent parents, some have busy parents who they feel have forgotten by, and some kids have broken fami

you keep

nd just like what I told y

you differ

w. When she closes her eyes, that's when I realize that I should've never

my stupid que

asked a stupid questio

k I'm not like Karmella, then don't. I can't even

, she doesn't return my smile. She hol

e around you treated you." She finally smiles at me. "I hate to know when the kids like you run

et her tears stream down her face. She lo

with her voice. She covers her face in embarrassment. "I ran away because he

he past she left behind. I hate myself for asking; I hate myself for being curious about her past. I hate myself for digging into her rea

to have a family?" I ask ano

errupted nights and the nightmares. I can barely sleep, and I

he do tha

me that he's not

o to the powerless people. Her life was more complicated than mine, but why does she look str

sorry.

and cry

st the eyes of God and not acceptable to the eyes

bad people around.

ask you. I sh

l you so you will understa