"I'm used to being on my own" She replied as they walked. She'd practically raised herself for the last few years because her parents were too into getting high to take care of her. She was thirteen going on thirty. When she asked if she missed her home, she shrugged her shoulders. "I don't really have a home" She didn't consider the group home her home yet and she hadn't been at her first foster home long enough to consider that home either. Her home was house she grew up in and she hadn't been that house since she was nine.