#hairen

A child born was not without wanting to be loved and cherished. Every child sees a home..but unfortunately not everyone got one. He didn't. He didn't even know his parents or family. As soon as he could understand the world around him, he was very aware of the fact that he wasn't like the other kids waiting at the bus stop for their mom or dad to pick them up. Signing permission slips to go on field trips he had to stay behind and 'study' on. Packing them lunch instead of going hungry. Not having to sit alone for parent teacher conferences.

Obviously he was the odd one out.

... Don't get him started on 'home'. But then again with how many people he was passed around with, could he even call it that? It was truly a revolving door. A man one second, a woman the next, another woman, woman, man, man- So many faces he lost count truly of his many times he was passed around like an ugly doll at Christmas nobody wanted to play with.

"Don't call me that! I'm not your father!"

Not a father. Not a mother. Not a family. He learnt what he was early on. An inconvenience no one wanted to bother with until he was forced to pack up and be taken to the next home when they got tired of him. Never a true stability.

"Don't worry, Hairo! We'll find you a really good family!"

He came to DESPISE the forced smile on that stupid social worker's face. He hated her excuses even more!!

"This one will be better! It's in the country and has lots of fresh air!" Spoiler alert. The farmer was busted for using child labor to run his business. "She's so sweet and kind. She's been fostering kids since she was twenty!" Only girls and she was a misandrist who neglected him on purpose. "You'll like Mr. Cinuki. He has kids just a little bit older than you!" Teenagers. Way older than him and who loved to shove him under cabinets and blame things on him to the point he ran away. "We'll find your perfect family. Don't lose hope." He never had anyway to begin with.

Loneliness and resentment though? Yeah. He had PLENTY of that.

He'd rather just have her be blunt with him instead of hiding behind a front. He hated being lied to his face. Although he supposed it did sorta came to a stop when he was twelve and moved to another home for the millionth time. A home he had no idea of what to expect from but a scruffy old man and some doll looking lady next to them at their feet was a blonde toddler, and two other children that was also blonde and holding a pet snake(??)..maybe two years younger than him wasn't on his bucket list.

"Hairou, this is Mr. and Mrs. Rengoku and your brand new fosters brothers! You're going to really like it here."

Yeah right. The woman looked sweet welcoming him in and offering him pizza of all things for his first dinner living with them, but they were going to call and have him transferred within a few months.

Though they didn't.

He had been offered his own room. Food. And..well the old man was strict and beat his behind a few times, but there wasn't anything like before...So he guessed it was ok. The toddler was ..well he was still a wimp. Never changed besides the fact he didn't go hiding from him anymore. Still whiny, annoying, loud mouthed, and he talked about toys WAY too much to be normal...But he was...ok. He guessed. Didn't like the snake kid, they tried to kill each other with the occasional fist fight over stupid things.

Was this a home?? He didn't know. Could be call it that?...For now yeah. Yeah he'd call it that for now.