Life is funny sometimes. It throws curve balls at you. Keeps you happy long enough to know sadness, and keeps you sad long enough to appreciate happiness. It puts you in situations that you never dreamed you'd be in, then expects you to preform marvelously in them. Sometimes you don't. And life takes away all its treasures. It leaves you lonely and afraid. And sometimes you do. And life rewards you. It gives you safety, companionship, love.

These are the things that raced through my mind as I hid in a darkened room. Clinging to another woman's children as everyone I loved waged war around us. All I wanted was a vacation, visiting friends and family. I never expected this. I'm not a superhero, not here anyways. I can't save the world.

I just want to go home.

I never wanted this to happen. When she came here I thought that, in all the reaching I had done for something normal, I was finally about to catch it. But life is funny sometimes. At least to other people. For me, life has always doled out cruel and unusual punishments. Whenever I got close to something good, something wholesome or pure, life reached out to sully it.

These are the thoughts that swarmed through part of my psyche, as the other waged war alongside everyone we loved. Well, almost everyone. The last and most important loved one was cowering, scared, in a dark room somewhere. I used to call teachers like her real life superheroes, saving the world in small but meaningful ways. Now here she was. She had never done anything to deserve this.

I just wanted to make her a home.