This is where I live.  I am 18 and I did have a roommate. But me and that roommate did not get along that well.  He is a science alien type and I am a party person,. looking for either a singing gig or model. My roommate moved out in the middle of the night while I was at a party. I guess that's how it goes sometimes.

  This is me, I am out listening to live music at the park.  I just needed to get away and relax, I have been thinking about how I am going to pay bills now. I have to get a job. I was going to go back and stay with my adopted mom and dad, but I left the day after my 18th birthday.   The house was getting to small for me.  There was 8 kids in the house, each adopted.  Every time a new kid join the family, the house gets a new look for about a month to help the kid from not getting home sick.   I always told myself I will never have kids. I had enough with them.

  As I was returning home, Stop get the mail, hoping that I hear something back from an out of state job.  But there was something else in it that I wasn't sure what it was.  It was a book with my name on it and some little tab notes in it.  Could this be a model gig I was looking for? I sure hope so.  As I cracked open just a little bit of the book, I see that it was from my adopted parents. I was a little scared to open it all the way. I better go inside to finish. I don't want my neighbors to think I am crazy for passing out on the sidewalk. They may tell me they have adopted a new kid or something.

   As I walk into my small 2 bedroom place,empty, all that is left is my old roommate space stuff that he said he will come back for later. I thought to myself how I miss the house and all the different colors and back ground from each kid and how we had the different foods. This is the first time something hit my stomach and I was home sick.

   As I sat down to read what was sent to me, I was getting more nerves.  I tried to read it as slow and understanding as I can but it just didn't make any sense.  It was like talking to me in a different language.   At that point I just seen that they have passed away and the kids when back to there country in a foster home.  On a little tab I seen some writing that I know that came from my mom.  It asked me to grow up and get the kids and be a family.

  I closed that book real fast, went straight to the bar.  I had to get a drink. I just wanted to act like I never saw those words.

  Drinking a little helps me get up and sing. I guess everyone didn't like it and left.  I need to get my act together and go get a job. I need a job before I can think of being a family. I need a job to pay my bills. I need a job cause I can't be a no body.

  Went to the grocery store. It was like the rest, "will call you if we get an opening"

  Went to the book store..Even tho a help wanted was on the window. I get told they don't like when bums come in, it scared the children.  Then it hit me. I just left the bar. I must really rank. How can I be so stupid.  I need to get it together.

  As I was cooking, All I could think about is how am I suppose to get my sister and brothers and cook for them? I don't know how to even make egg rolls. That was my sisters favorite thing. She was one year younger then me. I hope she is ok. I miss them all greatly.

 Woke up to a call. But that's not really what woke me up.  I just couldn't get to sleep. I had to figure out how to get the money to travel to go get my sisters and brothers? They must be scared. How long have they been gone?  I answered the phone. A strange man said something at the door for me and hung up. What kinda creep will call with something like that? My day is messed up.

  I go downstairs to the front door. There was a box.  I opened it.. It was full of money and some plane tickets and a letter to were they may be at.  I was very excited. Of course my brain went threw a lot of stuff. Like do I have to go get them? But the other side said yes I have to. Good versus Evil.
  I am awake might as well book my flight.  So off to China first...