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"Saris." Mrs Hernandez shook Saris awake.
She sleepily sat up rubbing the crust out of her eyes.
"Hm?"
"Wake up, I just got the call. You're the little girl, you can meet your parents today."
Saris internally rolled her eyes.
What little girl is everyone talking about and why won't anyone sit down and explain the situation to me?
Saris got out of bed anyway and prepared for the day. Less than 24 hours ago she was in her bed bored out of her mind and now her mom had been arrested and she was sleeping over at a social worker's house.
Mrs. Hernandez called her name and she ran down the stairs. Getting into the car, she quietly sat and looked out the window the entire ride to the airport. Mrs. Hernandez would be accompanying Saris until she reached her home since she was still a minor.
Once they boarded the flight Saris played with her fingers and closed her eyes as they took off. She wanted to curl into a ball and cry since she had never been on a plane before and for her first time she was confused about everything and was accompanied by a stranger.
"Saris, it's ok." Mrs. Hernandez grabbed her hand seeing how jittery she was, "Let's talk to get your mind off the plane."
Saris nodded, looking over to Mrs. Hernandez. Saris was never the one to talk about herself to others so this was out of her comfort zone, but she was going to do whatever it took to get the nerves gone.
"I read on your file that you're from Louisiana. Do you miss it?"
"Yeah sometimes, things were better there. We moved when my dad moved out."
Mrs. Hernandez was a little stuck as Saris waited for another question. They continued this basic back and forth conversation until the plane was smoothly in the sky and Saris was asleep once again.
The flight was fairly short and soon they were in a rental car on their way to the Brooks household. The flight landed in New Orleans so the hour drive to BR was filled with soft music playing in the background.
"Mrs. Hernandez, can I ask you something?" Saris asked, causing Mrs. Hernandez to lower the volume of the music.
"Of course Saris."
"What is going on?" she finally spoke.
"We're going to your parents house." Mrs. Hernandez said like it was the most obvious thing ever.
"My parents are in Dallas." Saris looked at her confused.
Mrs. Hernandez took a deep breath and cautiously asked. "Saris, do you have any idea what's going on right now?"
