Mrs. Finch

After I got done thinking about what happened and how much pain I'm in I looked up at Mr. Johnson my caseworker as he just stared at me waiting for an answer. I just shrugged my shoulders and continued looking at him. "Do you want to go back to your foster parents Liam." I shook my head no as fast as I could while he just stared at me. Shocked Mr. Johnson asks "Why do you not want to go back?" I proceed to lift my shirt and show him a couple of scars on my chest from where I would get hit when I was punished. The scars weren't even from that family I just didn't want to go back there.

After about 8 months in the hospital and doing rehab my caseworker is looking for a new family for me to move into. As I head back to the room after rehab I hear Mr. Johnson on the phone "Hello Mrs. Finch have you checked over the paperwork and files I sent over" he must be talking to my new foster family sigh. "Yes Mr. Johnson we have read it all over and agreed to take him in until parents are found or other arrangements are made." Oh so another place that's not a home just a temporary place.

Mr. Johnson sighed "Alright Mrs. Finch we will be headed there this weekend where you and your family will meet Liam and get situated."

"That's fine Liam is around the same age as my youngest so they should get along with each other"

"Well maybe… Liam hasn't spoken since being in the hospital not sure if he just chooses not to speak or if there's a mental problem"

"Well we will work with him when he gets here"

"Thanks"

I open the door and walk into the room and listen to Mr. Johnson tell me where I'm going next I nod my head and get into bed. How many more families do I have to go to before I will be welcomed? How long will I be lonely? How long will I be unwanted?

My vision starts to get blurry and I realize I'm crying while I wipe my tears Mr. Johnson ask if I want to talk about it. I just shake my head and wipe my face.

Mr. Johnson starts to tell me about them how they have four sons and how they live in a town in Texas. He keeps rambling on and I quit paying attention looking out the hospital window.