I’ll Stumble, I’ll Fall, I’ll Get Up Again: Chapter Eight
Mom and Krista arrived early that morning as promised. I would not be going home for a few more hours but they wanted to make sure that I was all set and ready to go.
“I can’t believe you’re finally going to be going home.” Krista said, looking happier than she had in a long time. I was happy too, but I was still nervous. I was going to be facing new challenges.