Gracie.

Lets just say I met someone. A new best friend.
Don't get to excited. She's of age four.
Background: every thanksgiving my uncle brings random people of all kinds.
He brings those who don't have family, or don't have anywhere to be on thanksgiving.
This time it was different. A mother shows up, running behind i see a little girl.
The mother has been in and out of jail. She is a drug addict.
Her four year old daughter Gracie has been through multiple foster homes.
 I fell in love with this little girl.
We spent the whole day together. We played Polly pockets. We jumped on the tramp. We played hide&seek. We took Sasha for a walk.
She reminded me of when i was a little girl. She was stubborn, so was I. She had a mind of her own.

The end of the day was near, i knew she would have to leave. I couldn't bare the thought of sending her away. I wanted her more then i have ever wanted anything. Her mother could never be there for her.
She ran to me and gave me one last hug. I didn't want to let go. ever. She whispered to me "lets play tomorrow". I wanted that so much. I told her I'd miss her. I hope to see her again, perhaps adopt?
When i grow up my daughter will be named Gracie.
I hope the best for little Gracie.