A little girl in a plan green dress is sitting on a pink bed next to a small window, the bed is not big and there are two more in the small room and the walls are white as a hospital room and just as clean. Many would say it is boring, but she has lived here for a year. She is forgetting the dreams of going home to her mommy and daddy. Where smiles and hugs were a part of her everyday life; where life was happy. This is a house where dreams will never come true, and the greatest hope is to sleep in this small bed.
Her dull green eyes look out the tiny window, gazing down to the street. Her small child fingers trace the cars as they drive by; not noticing a sad little girl in the house that has been long forgotten. Her dark curly hair in her eyes blocked the view past the street. A quick glance at the other two beds, letting her know she is completely alone. Five forgotten children live here, including the little girl; she is one of the forgotten children. Three girls and two boys, but the house is silent. She missed them during the day. She wanted to see her brother, but he was gone now; he was always gone. He must be in trouble, locked in the dark room under the house. Fear can come easily to a small child, but the little girl knows fear. The dark room is "fear," and the pain is real. The scars are mixed in the freckles on her pale skin. For now, she gets to stay in her room, and that is safe.
A car pulls into the driveway, and a man and women get out; maybe they remembered the forgotten children. The little girl jumps and runs down the stairs to the front room. Turning to the front door, she waits; she waits for the man and women to come in. She looks around for the other children with no one in sight. Fear creeps in as she is not in her room.
Looking up to the heavy dark wood door as it opens. She smiles a sweet smile to hope they came for her. She hopes the fear will leave. They walk into the house; the man is tall like her daddy and looks like him to, the same brown hair, but it is long around his ears and eyes that are bright brown; the same ones that looked like daddies. But, there was some difference he had darker skin and broader shoulders, but still arms that could give a good hug. The woman looked like someone she knew; but, something was different she was nothing like her mommy. Eyes that are deep blue that said love is always given, blond hair pulled back into a low pony tail that dangled down to her lower back. Her pale skin looked like she had spent time in the sun because of the sun burn on her nose and shoulders; she was skinny and slender, just like the other two girls.
They walked in, ignoring the girl, going to the living room. The man, who made her feel safe, put something on the Black coffee table. Then, the women spoke, "Hey sweetie, this is for you to talk to when we aren't here. Goodbye." With that, they walked out, locking the door. Just leaving, now, she remembers the others. The others ran from the fear, the caregiver, who puts you into the dark room. But, these two wanted her.
The little girl walked over to the table and said one thing. "I want to go home," a child's voice sang out across the house.