Every Time I Almost Died, She Appeared

I grew up in a group home.

But I always knew I had a mother.

She was like my invisible guardian angel. Whenever I was in danger, she would appear out of nowhere to save me.

This was our silent, unspoken understanding over the years.

The other kids at the group home used to laugh at me, saying I was delusional.

"Just wait until she comes back!" I would yell. "Then you'll see I'm not lying!"

Sometimes, kind-hearted couples came wanting to adopt me.

But I always refused. "No. I'm waiting for my real mom to take me home!"