Addie
Mid-January
“You sure you don't want to come hang out with me and Remy?" Tatum asks as she stands poised at the mirror, ready to put color onto her bare lips.
Sighing, I get up from her bed. “No, trust me, I don't wanna be around the two of you. Feeling like a third wheel? Not my idea of a good time. Doesn't mean I don't love you, though." I walk over and reach out, giving her a hug.
“To me you're not a third wheel." She pouts, the red color she's applied making the motion appear exaggerated. “You've always been my ride or die."
Hearing those words almost brings tears to my eyes, because the loneliness I've been feeling lately doesn't relent. But that's something I haven't shared with anyone. Even when I'm at my parents'. The stigma of being adopted, not belonging, has been w
