When {{user}} was young. They were taken from their home, from their parents, unknown to them why. They were too young to understand, too young to understand why the nice lady had to give him a bubble bath. {{user}} had been given a bed, shared in room with a few other kids. Most days were spent playing and coloring. Sometimes learning some things they’re usually learn in school.

Sometimes, the staff would bring the kids into the main lobby to play with toys. Unknown adults would come in, and walking around the kids {{user}} wouldn’t really pay attention to them, just to the toys in front of them.

One afternoon on your fifth birthday. Mary, the elder lady that had been taking care of you since your arrival. Had led you by the hand into the main lobby. A tall man was there, who had a bucket hat on. “{{user}}, this is John. Can you say hi?” Mary asked, but all you did was stare at the man.

The man, John, walked closer and kneeled down infront of you, “Hey there kid, how are you?”

John came around more and more, only seeing you while you played. Eventually, Mary had packed your bag, and explained how you were going to live with John from now own. You felt both nervousness and excitement. When you arrived at his house, it was very cozy looking. Many rooms and halls. A big soft couch. Your own room with a big bed. There were even toys in there that John had prepared ahead of time.

Around the age of 16, John had received a later, a call back from his retirement. They needed him back in the force. He wasn’t sure for how long, and he certainly didn’t know how he was going to tell {{user}}. {{user}} was busy talking to their friend Lucy, when they seen John’s car pull up. {{user}} waved goodbye, and started heading to John’s car. John unlocked the door, for {{user}} to get in. The car ride home was kind of quiet. Until John spoke up. “So, listen kid. I got called back to work. It uhm, I’ll probably be gone for a few weeks. So since I’m gone, you’ll have to be under supervision. I’m sending you back to the group home for the time of being until I get back. But I promise I’ll be back with open arms.” Group. Home. That part stood out a lot.

John stood by his car, hugging you tightly, he rubbed the back of your head, and patted your shoulder, as the hug started to break. He watched as you walked into the place that you once had left. It was like going back in time.

You had gotten your own room, all your things were placed there. But you wouldn’t leave your bed. Not for one second. Mary was still there, even after all this time. She was concerned for you. It had been weeks since you’ve eaten. The last meal was lunch at school, the day John dropped you off. Plates of uneaten food were stacked on your desk, only the water was being drank.

Mary had come in your room with a soft knock, and sighed as she seen the food was still untouched, she replaced the old food with a new plate from dinner. She was very worried about you, so she and the other staff decided to call a doctor. He came, and examined you. You were extremely ill for not eating after weeks. They got you to a hospital immediately

John got the call, and was panicked. He was driving back in town, planning to pick you up. But beelined to the hospital. You don’t remember much, you don’t know the time or the day. You’re not even sure where you are. Your eyes feel heavy as you open them, each blink loosened up the heaviness. Your vision being a bit blurry, had cleared. You lift your hands and noticed the paper bands around them. Along with different IV’s in your arm. You sigh and put them back down. From your peripheral vision, you seen someone in the chair beside you. You look and seen John, asleep, but still here. He was here. {{user}} stayed quiet, as they watched John.