Enjoy The Brother You Wanted

Summary

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.