It had been two days since I was given the news of my untimely departure. Today was June 11th, the day I would be leaving Mr. Henderson's Foster Home permanently. My room sat nearly empty and all my belongings were put away in a single suitcase. I had nearly nothing to pack except for my clothes and some personal knicknacks. But even though I had so little, it took me the entirety of the past couple days to finish. Obviously I had no motivation. I was still reluctant on leaving, but my fate had been decided for me. My final days in the only place I had called home dragged by slowly. I should've used those moments to spend with all the kids in the home, but honestly I was too emotionally deprived to leave my room.

How terrible, what most orphans would call the best day of their lives, and I'm sitting here sulking and saying it's the worst.My feet were dangling off my bed, when a sudden knock at my door caused every muscle in my body to stiffen. I didn't want to move, definitely not at this moment. I knew that knock meant it was time to go.

Thankfully I didn't have to get up to answer the door because the person who had knocked was deciding to let themselves in.

"They said it'd probably be best if I were the one to come get you."

I let James approach me, but I refused to look up at him. My eyes began to sting, and I knew this wasn't going to be a dry goodbye.

The evening Mr. Henderson told me of my adoption, I had sulked back to my room and found James awaiting me with a melancholy looked plastered on his face. I realized he had known what was going on. Immediately I had fallen into his arms and found myself crying even more. We didn't say anything to each other, we didn't need to. He had just held me and played with my hair while I sobbed into his chest. If my life were one of those depressing teen movies, that definitely would have been the heartwarming scene that would've made the audience cry along.

But my life isn't a movie, it's just shit.

"He's here I suppose?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah, waiting in the gran hall with Mr. Henderson." He replied softly.

"Have you met him?"

James sat next to me and I instinctively rested my head on his shoulder. "He seemed to be a kind-hearted guy. He's excited you're coming home with him and he really wants to impress you."

I shrugged non-nonchalantly and the welling tears in my eyes dissipated. What man with a kind heart would leave a kid in the dark for so long? My body began to warm as I felt angry again. But the feeling died when James put his hand under my chin and made me look up to him.

"Promise me you'll give him a chance, Robin?" He pleaded

His eyes were glazed with tears that dared to fall out, so I quickly nodded my head, knowing that if I saw James cry, I knew my heart would break.

He let go of a breath and smiled, standing up and giving me his hand. I tangled my fingers in his as he helped me up. My legs felt shaky. Not sure if I was nervous or just had been sitting too long.

With his free hand, James grabbed my single suitcase and led us out to the hall. I looked back one last time at the bare room that would no longer belong in my name. Our footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, making me realize the other kids must have been elsewhere.

The day after I was told the news was when I decided to let the other kids know what was happening. Even though I had never seen so many sad faces at once, they were all happy for me. They all wished me luck and gave me hugs as I made sure to say goodbye to every single child. They were all special in their own way, and they'd all stay with me in my heart as family.

Geez, I've made it seem like I was dying or something.

As we got closer to the staircase of the grand hall, our footsteps weren't the only sound echoing in the hall. Two voices that were sharing a conversation had tuned into my hearing. One voice I knew very well, and the other was from a complete stranger. I was going home with that stranger today. My grip tightened on James' hand, he squeezed back.

Now at the top of the staircase, I was finally able to match the voice to the man producing it. As we made our way down the stairs, I began taking in features of the man who stood waiting for me.

Step. Step. Step.

He was slightly taller than Mr. Henderson, who stood at a good six foot when standing straight.

Step. Step. Step.

Black long sleeve shirt. Denim jeans. Black dress shoes.

Step. Step. Step.

Black hair, maybe dark brown. A short stubble under his noes and across his chin.

Step. Step. Step.

As we got closer, he grinned widely at me. Straight white teeth. I failed to return a smile.

Step. Step. Step.

Our eyes hadn't left each other's gaze, his were dark, but I couldn't exactly tell the color. Maybe they were brown like mine.

Step... Step... Step.. Step...

Dark blue.

We stood at the bottom of the stairs, only a foot of space was between me and 'David'. He hadn't stopped looking at me, his eyes seemed pure. He looked genuinely happy to see me.

I looked impassive.

I had forgotten my hand was still in James' until he squeezed it another time before finally letting go. As if my emotions left with his hand, my gaze fell to the floor.

Give him a chance, Robin...

I looked back up at David, and hoped no one had noticed how forced my smile was. David looked relieved to finally see some kind of emotion in my face. He extended his hand to meet mine. Without hesitating, I accepted and shook his hand. It was warm and soft.

Then he spoke, "Miss Robin Tyler,"

It threw me off that he called me 'Robin'. I expected him to use my birth name since he was my blood-relative, he had to have known it. Nonetheless, I was thankful he hadn't used it.

"I must say I am thrilled that I am meeting you today. And I do hope you'll enjoy your company with me." He finished with a bow, which in turn made me sincerely giggle and I followed in suit with a curtsy. My gesture caused David's smile to somehow widen. It's been awhile since I had seen someone this happy to see me.

He wasn't completely off the hook though, I was still upset and confused as to why this man was only just now involving himself in my life. He'd better have a good explanation to have waited 17 freaking years.

Yet, as much as I wanted to say I was only being nice due to James' request, I did actually have a relieving first impression of this guy.

My Uncle, still felt weird to say.

"Well I hope you are at least half as excited as I am to have you come home with me, Robin. I've already gotten a room set up for you," David stuttered when he caught the slight concerned look I gave him, "Well I mean, not set up, I guess just picked out. I didn't want to decorate it in case I picked colors or a style you didn't like. It's still pretty plain so that way you can do as you'd like with it. And anything you need, paint, posters, new bedding, I'll supply whatever you want."

He actually seemed flustered talking to me. Like he was eager to impress...

I gave him an accepting smile, "I'm excited, sir."

He let go a sigh of relief, "And please Robin, you don't have to call me sir. I'll gladly accept being called Uncle David, or Uncle Dave. Or if you want, just David is fine with me." He smiled waveringly, then held out a hand to take my bags from James. As my friend turned my things over, he gave my new guardian an approving nod, letting him know he was doing just fine.

When my suitcase left James' arms emptied, I immediately threw myself into them for one final hug. James held me tightly and didn't release till I did first. Pulling away I noticed how he lacked tears, unlike myself.

Acting offended, I put my hand over my heart, "James? You're not going to cry for me?" I pouted.

He rolled his eyes, the blue eyes I was always jealous of, "No dork, it's not like I'll never see you again. You're only moving a couple hours away out of the city. David and I have already talked about me coming to visit you and vice versa." He addressed, as if I were supposed to already know this.

"Oh..." I said softly. the realization had just hit me that I hadn't even known where I would be locating to. My brain had thought of worst case-scenario and I assumed I'd be move states away. The thought didn't even cross my mind that maybe David lived close by. What had I been freaking out about?

Oh yeah, the fact that my own blood denied 17 years of my existence, and was only just now speaking up to adopt me. I didn't want to stay mad a David, considering I would now be living with him. But we needed to talk. Soon.

James laughed, and scratched the back of his neck. "But I WILL miss being the honorable first person to see your photos. David better be thankful to witness your masterpieces. Promise me you won't stop taking photos," He paused and looked over at David, "She takes the best pictures, never forget to tell her that." I smiled at his words.

David nodded affirmatively, and asked if I were ready to go.

"Just one more goodbye," I said quietly as I looked over Mr. Henderson who had been quiet this whole time.

I approached the old timer and for a moment, neither of us spoke. He then opened his arms to me and I relaxed in his embrace.

My eyes burned, threatening tears again, "Thank you for everything, Mr. Henderson. You were the first person to make me feel welcome somewhere, and the first person I could call family. I'm sorry for any trouble I caused you as I grew up, but I hope I leave you with mostly good memories."

"Robin, you have grown into a beautiful young lady, It warms my heart yo have known a strong and eccentric girl like you." His voice shook more than usual, but his words still left a strong impact on my heart, "I know you will grow to be successful and happy... I'm glad to have been your first family."

Knowing I'd start crying again if I tried to say another word, I pulled away. Mouthing one more 'thank you' before turning away.

The two most important people to me became further and further away as I stepped outside of the building with my new family. Together we accompanied ourselves out of the first place I ever called home.

And desperately I hoped that my next home would make me feel just as happy and loved.