Do you ever feel as if you do not have a place, a place of origin, a true place to call home, an explanation to the whys and who’s of what made the person you have become?
Have you ever awoke from a dream that was so intense and real that your heart breaks as you open your eyes?
Love your stepchildren/stepparents as best as you can, if you have to fake it at first, do that. If it’s not there, respect them.
Homeless doesn’t mean worthless, it doesn’t mean hopeless and it surely does not mean unlovable.