“Jaxon? Why do you think I haven’t been adopted?” The question surprises me, and I’m disappointed in myself for forgetting. Forgetting that despite how happy these kids are, they’re sitting here, waiting day in and day out. To be reunited with their family, to find another one. To be chosen. “I’ve been here longer than Lily, you know. I mean, I’m really happy for her. I’m just kinda confused, I guess, ’cause I’ve been here since I was seven, and I’m gonna be thirteen after Halloween.” She sniffs, shrugging. “Maybe I’m just not what people want. I’m a lot of work.”
SOBBING
