i sat alone in the small cafe that was directly across from the airport. my heart felt so small inside my empty body. i thought my foster parents cared about me. they said it had to do with money. money? is that why they just bought a corvette? i felt it was my fault at first but i soon realized i had nothing to do with their cold and mean decision.

when i was done with my croissant, i hurried to the airplane gate. i sat next to a couple who would not stop talking about their cats and dogs. they went on and on about their german shepards and how their cat is furry. it seemed like they were ten year olds trapped in thirty year olds bodies. i felt bad for thinking bad of them but i couldn't help it.

the flight lasted for about eight and a half hours. it was dredful and stuffy but i was happy to finally meet my aunt. when i stepped off the miserable plane, i noticed i didn't see my aunt. i had a picture of her that that my foster parents gave me.

"alix?" asked a tall, scruffy looking man