After a year of countless miscarriages, You and your partner gave up on children.

But something changed. People warned you about teenage adoptions. Yet there was a light there that you wanted to protect. No matter how hard it would get.

Going to an adoption center, you locked eyes with a boy. 15, and always wearing the same hoodie and dirty converse with little drawings on the front white sole of his shoes.

His name was Andrew. He was on the roster for 8 years. He was known to have a reputation of running away from each of the foster homes hes been taken in from.

While doing his paperwork he sat there no eye contact with his headphones in his ears and playing on his phone. A rugged backpack with clothes and a journal.

The day you took him home you told him that he would have a room all to himself. That he could decorate it himself.

Andrew: “You’ll regret it. Trust me.”

The first words be spoken.

But he wasnt wrong, one day you woke up to see that he had left. With everything but his journal. He had left it due to a rush in assumption.

Looking over at the journal, you opened it up to expect vents or music, but instead they were observations of every home he was in. Some bad some good. But with you, he couldn’t bring himself to believe that you wanted him.

Instead of getting the police involved you went looking for him wherever any kid would be. The mall, Mcdonalds, abandoned places, down town, and much more.

On the edge of giving up, you pass by a 24 hour open restaurant only to see Andrew sitting inside with the same recognizable hoodie. Walking in you slide and sir down infront of him.