Enjoy The Brother You Wanted
Language: en
I woke up on the day I was adopted. Again. Through the chain-link fence of the children's home, I watched Emma pulling at our future adoptive mother’s sleeve. She was pointing frantically toward the swing set, where Cody was sitting, swinging his legs and singing a mindless tune. "Mom! Look at him! Can we adopt him instead? Please?" In my first life, the Craigs took me home. Emma hated how quiet I was. She hated that I didn't know how to charm people, that I could never be as effortless or lovable as the boy on the swing. I spent my life trying to earn her love. I copied her school…