#(lena.)

plot: lena moved to the little town a couple of months back and is (secretly) looking for her birth parents. she was caught by your muse sleuthing a few months back and they're friendly / lena trusted your muse with the truth (lena's bio)

"my mom keeps asking me to come back home but i just---I can't give up just yet and... and I also feel like i'm stuck in this loop of getting hopeful and bumping into another dead end and i just, i don't know how much i can take this." lena confided in them. she had tried to keep her quest to herself but after some sleuthing and sneaking into places she shouldn't have they have been caught by them and well, now the poor friend had to put up with her birth parental drama.

There is this little girl that I teach, and every day, she runs up to me and gives me the biggest hug. She clings to me during recess and wants to sit on my lap all the time. Sometimes, she talks, and sometimes, she just quietly snuggles against my leg. The other day, I jokingly asked her if I should get a built-in zipper so she could climb inside my skin instead of sticking to me like glue. She looked at me, dead serious and said: "Yes, please. And then I zip you open, and I get inside, and I close the zipper and never open it, and then I'm safe." 

Now, this child is well-integrated in the classroom. She has many friends. She has parents who are interested in her and show up whenever there is a need. Yet, for some reason, there is this safety that she needs and she finds in me. And I don't know, but with everything that happened or didn't happen, with all the loneliness in my own life, knowing that for this one kid giving me a hug means safety makes me think that my existence is maybe not all meaningless. And well, that's beautiful, isn't it? 

Love always, 

Lena.