“Well Blaine, here’s our house,” Tom said as he and Blaine carry boxes of Blaine’s belongings into Tom’s house. “I’ll show you your room. Our daughter went off to college, but lucky for you, she loved blue and not pink,” Tom said with a wink.

            A husky, but well built boy passed as Blaine and Tom went up the stairs. “Oh and Blaine, that was David, my son,” Tom said after the boy had passed. “He’s a pretty decent boy when he wants to be.”

            So, I’m guessing I should avoid him as much as possible, Blaine thought to himself.

            They came to a door at the end of the hallway. “This is your room,” Tom said as he opened a white wooden door. “You okay? You haven’t said much.”

            “Just in a new place, so I’m trying to take it all in,” Blaine finally said.

            They entered the room and sat the boxes down. “I’ll go get the rest while you get familiar with your new room,” Tom said, leaving Blaine alone in a sky blue room with a twin size bed, a closet, and an empty dresser.

            “Welcome home Blaine,” Blaine said as he sat on the bed, unpacking boxes. As he was unpacking, he heard footsteps.

            “Here are the rest of the boxes. When you get kinda settled in, you can come downstairs. Dinner is at seven,” Tom said to Blaine.

            “Thank you, Tom. This means so much right now,” Blaine said, feeling like a broken record. He felt as if he couldn’t thank Tom enough. He’s done everything for Blaine. I wonder why he’s doing all this. He surely sees this kind of thing at work often, so why me? I’m no more special than any of the other kids, Blaine thought to himself.

            After an hour of unpacking, Blaine got bored. He looked at the clock and noticed it was only six, so he grabbed his guitar and went outside for a while. He needed to get things off his mind. And get away from the boxes.

            Outside on the porch, Blaine sat down on the wooden swing with his guitar and some papers in his hands, ready to write what ever his heart sang. Strumming the guitar, Blaine’s mind went everywhere. So many ideas, tunes, melodies all flooded his brain. He had to write quickly before half of them disappeared.

            After a while of endless writing, David came out the front door to tell Blaine it was time to eat. “Thanks. I’ll be inside in a sec,” Blaine said to David as he gathered all his papers and guitar.

            Guitar and stack of papers in hand, Blaine walks through the front door and up the stairs to his new bedroom. He set all the things in their new designated areas before returning downstairs for dinner.

            “Hope you like tacos, Blaine,” Tom says as Blaine walks into the dining room.

            “I love them,” Blaine said with a smile. “Is there a certain place I should sit?” Blaine asked walking over to the table. “My family always had certain places at the table.”

            “You cant sit here,” Tom said, pointing to a chair. “Oh and Blaine, this is my wife, Janet.”

            “Nice to meet you, Blaine,” Janet said as she held out her hand to Blaine.

            “Nice to meet you too,” Blaine responded as he shook Janet’s hand.

            “Alright, let’s sit down, say grace, and eat,” Janet said as she pulled out her chair from the table. They all sat down in their wooden chairs, and folded their hands for prayer.

            “Father, we ask that you bless this food to nourish and enrich us. We thank you for providing us this meal and the other things we need. We also thank you for inviting Blaine into our lives,” Tom prayed. Blaine smiled at the mention of his name in the prayer, very grateful. “Amen.”

            “Amen,” Janet, David, and Blaine said in unison.

            “I’m glad God invited you guys into my life too. Without you, I don’t know what or where I would be right now,” Blaine said with a big smile.