Mom called us down stairs for dinner.
Was I ready to meet all of them in one room..., but I had no choice. Food is a must to live, but with my past... would I want that?
I didn't say anything and went sitting at the far corner of the table. The father didn't add anything. Mom said something like a :hello Joshua. How is your room?:, but I didn't respond to that cherish voice that was my new mom.
I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. She was there for dinner too..., but I didn't lift my head to see her. I just stared at my food in front of me.
-Hi young lady. How was your trip?, Mom ask with a sweet voice and then add, You can sit here, in front of your new brother.