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Epilogue

Kensi walked into the living room with their little boy on her hip. The room was a mess. Narah's stuff and Ryan's toys were all over the place, but Kensi didn't mind it at all. That was how their home was supposed to be. It seemed worse today as they were packing up all of Narah's stuff for her big adventure at college. They had made it to college and now their daughter was leaving their home. Away from them. She was convinced Narah would love it and be fine, but she wasn't sure about herself and Deeks.

Kensi put the struggling Ryan in the playpen and gently kissed the top of the little boy's head. She walked over to the table which was covered in piles of paper. Her eye fell on one of the papers sticking out of Narah's old mathematics book from the ninth grade. The sight was familiar and she grabbed the paper. She started to smile when she read the first sentence.

Home

Three years ago I had gotten the assignment to write down the feeling I felt the most in my life. For my first draft I picked the truest feeling I was feeling at that time: "Lonely". It was how I felt back then. The feeling never left my side. I felt alone in this big world. I was the daughter of two teenagers who didn't have a clue. Living went day by day, figuring out how to survive each day. Two teenagers who weren't able to care for me and they left. My foster parents left me time after time. No one was there to stay. In the end everyone would always leave me. But by now, three years later, I chose the feeling "Home" for this assignment, which is not a real assignment but one I wanted to write nonetheless. Home because I can no longer feel lonely. People don't always leave. They can stay with me. I learned how it feels to be loved, unconditionally.

Three years ago I was faced with the biggest change of my life. My entire life has changed within the last three years. It started with people, my friends, being murdered and my safe place being destroyed. The one place I felt happy and safe was taken away from me. The change started when I was covered in the blood of those friends. It was strangely my start of feeling home. It was how I met my mom and dad. I was questioned and assigned to them. They were ordered to keep me safe. I was hesitant. I thought I knew they would leave for sure, like all people in my life did. But they didn't. They never gave up and never left. Their order became what they wanted for the rest of their life. They wanted me in the rest of their life. I felt less lonely with them. They cooked for me, talked with me, listened to me, they spent times with me and gave me rules to live by. They cared about me.

Over that first year I reconnected with my biological mother and got the answers to those questions I had for all those years. It made me understand she just couldn't do it. With some help I learned to come to peace with my past and my biological parents. I have parents with whom I have a bond of blood and parents with whom I have a bond of love.

Three years have gone by and my world has changed tremendously. Nothing is the same anymore. I went from lonely to home. I got real parents; the best I could wish for. I'm little Jamie's big (half-)sister and about a year ago I became the big sister of my adorable little brother Ryan Donald Deeks. Over the past three years I got to know love, care and safety. I feel at home. I now know what it means to have a family...

The End...

I apologize it took me soo long to get to this place: the end of the story. I want to thank everyone investing time in this story reading, reviewing and favoriting it! Huge thanks to my sister, as always, for checking the story and help me continue with this story.