Macy had to resist looking back, because if she looked back, then she would see her home sitting atop the small hill that she had so much fun on. She would feel her father’s hugs. She would hear her sister’s guitar playing. She would see her brother laying on the couch with a book in hand. She would smell her mother’s brownies. Macy wanted to go back home. She wanted her father to hug her, she wanted her sister to play the guitar for her, she wanted to her brother to read his stories, she wanted to bake with her mother. Macy knew deep down that she couldn’t stay though. She would only end up hurting her family like she had hurt everyone else she cared for in her life. Yet the memories of home kept coming. She remembered playing board games with her family and always coming out victorious. Macy remembered playing her first song on her sister’s guitar, she was so proud of Macy then. She remembered her brother proudly reading to her after he first learned how. Sure he messed up a lot of words, but it made him happy. Macy didn’t want to leave. She wanted to stay, but she was a danger to those around. Her want to keep them safe outweighed her desire to stay. So Macy began to walk down the old, worn down pathway that she first walked up all those years ago. Back when she had no family. Now, she was going to find her first family.