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Gabe

I stopped talking again. Stopped talking to the man and woman we're staying with. I won't talk to anyone except for Mommy and Daddy. I don't know when they're going to get us, but I hope that it will be soon. I really don't think that I can stay here. I want to go home… Shireen is crying again. I close my eyes and try to think of something else. Noa looks at me and comes to sit next to me on the couch. Shireen and Noa have been crying a lot since we came here. But the people we're with now, don't even look like Mommy and Daddy. Mommy and Daddy are a lot nicer. Suddenly, the doorbell rings. I get up and run to the window. I know that car! Mommy and Daddy are here! "Noa…"
We can hear Daddy's voice, but I don't understand what he's saying. And before I know it, he is standing in the living room. "Daddy!"
Daddy turns his head towards me but he doesn't smile like he usually does. I don't run over. Something is wrong. But I have been a good boy! Haven't I? Daddy comes over to me and bends down. "Gabe, is your arm still hurting?" he asks.
Now I'm confused. Why does Daddy want to know if my arm still hurts? I nod. "Yes…"
"Can you show me where?"
I pull my sweater over my head and show him. The spot on my arm is still swollen and blue. And it still hurts. Daddy carefully touches it and swallows. "Who did this to you, Gabe?"
My eyes sting because of the tears that suddenly come up. When I look over Daddy's shoulder, Mommy is standing in the living room too, with the two other people. Mommy is crying, but she doesn't say anything. The woman who has been hurting me is standing next to Mommy.
I bend my head. "The woman did."
Daddy strokes me over my head and gives me a big hug. "Oh Gabe…" He lifts me up and starts to walk toward where Mommy and Noa are standing.
I don't really get what happens next, because it all happens so fast. Daddy tells Mommy to wait with us in the car. He's angry. I've never seen Daddy like this before. He must be really mad. He wasn't even this mad when my real daddy came to our house. Without saying anything, Mommy takes us to the car. Me, Noa and Shireen. And we wait. We wait for a very long time before Daddy comes out of the house again. He's carrying a lot of bags with him. Daddy pops the trunk open and puts the bags in it. Then he marches back into the house. Mommy has us strapped in our seats and is holding us real close to her.
"Mommy?"
She looks at me and smiles a small smile. "What is it, honey?"
"Where are we going? Are we going somewhere else again?" I don't want to go somewhere else again. I want to go home.
Mommy shakes her head. "No, sweetie. We're going home." Really? Home? "We're going to the house with the swing? Really home?"
She strokes over my head. "Yeah baby, we're really going home."
Noa claps in her hands. "Home! Home!"
It only makes Mommy cry a little more. "Why are you sad, Mommy?"
But Mommy shakes her head again. "I'm not sad, Gabe. I'm happy. I'm crying happy tears."
Now that's strange. How can someone be happy and cry at the same time? I don't get it. But if Mommy says she's happy, I'll believe her. I'm excited. We're going home! Finally, Daddy closes the trunk and gets into the car with us. For a while, all he does is sit in the car. Mommy reaches over and puts her hand on his shoulder. Tells him that everything is going to be okay. Of course they are. We're going home! Everything is going to be great! Daddy nods, lets his breath out and starts the car. Home, here we come!

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