Creative Writing Story: Shifting

Creative Writing Story: Shifting.

            Shifting my glance to the side of the chair, I noticed a small green suitcase.  That suitcase always meant another place, another foster home. That suitcase contained everything I have. My vision moved to the other side, focusing on my younger brother, Cameron. Being only five years old, he was always so scared, clinging to me. He would always ask where mommy and daddy were.

            “Where’s mommy, Becca? Where’s daddy? Why haven’t they come to get us?” I’ve always thought it was so cute how Cameron couldn’t pronounce Rebecca, so he would call me Becca.  Absolutely adorable.  I hate to see Cameron like this. When mom and dad died in the house fire that burned our house down, and everything we had left gone, I had tried to tell him. How are you supposed to tell a five year old that mom and dad aren’t coming home! Even though I told him, he still seemed to block it out of his mind. He is so young he doesn’t understand. Thank God that day we weren’t in the house. If anything had happened to him, I couldn’t live with myself. No matter how bad this is, being alone…I couldn’t survive. A lady in a grey pantsuit came in, carrying a briefcase. Her hair was in a tight bun and she had a smug, tired look on her face.

            “Rebecca and Cameron Brooks?” she said sternly, quickly, to the point. This startled me.

            “That’s us! Cam, lets go, OK?” I said, taking his hand.

            “ Is it mommy and daddy?” he said, grabbing his blue suitcase that matched my green one.

            “ No, Cam its not mom or dad, don’t be scared, were going to a new place to live. You’ll meet all kinds of new kids and have so many friends!” I said. I think every time we go someplace new, I’m not trying to convince just Cam, but also myself.

            “OK, Becca. But when we get there, they won’t laugh at Teddy again?”  Of course he was worried about Teddy, Cameron’s favorite thing in the entire world. That stuffed bear is the only thing Cameron has left from mom and dad. Cameron has to be so careful so all the brats in foster care don’t destroy it. The last home they were at, the woman’s birth children took Teddy, Cameron cried for days until he found Teddy stashed under one of the kid’s beds. He had lost an eye. The foster lady had found some thread and a Teddy's eye somewhere else under the bed and attached it again.

            “Of course not, Cam.” I said, worried as usual. Every foster home meant somewhere entirely different. No matter how many times they moved, I still felt like someone would want us. Someone. As we walked out of the room, hand in hand, Cam looked up to me and smiled. Every time Cam would smile at me like that, it filled me with so much hope and love. When he smiled, I knew it would be OK.

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