When I saw the warm light emanate through the windows of those homes in the Spring of 1998, I almost walked up to one of them to ask if I could live with them. I imagined a plate of chocolate chip cookies, comfy throw blankets within reach and a generous embrace from the residents inside awaiting me. I didn't care if their table had leftover dinner on it, or dirty dishes lay in the sink. All I wanted was a welcome. All I wanted was to see how family did life. All I wanted was for a family to show me love, protection & predictability.
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