Not Finished Yet

I was sitting in a chair, watching everyone slowly leave. I saw her little sister, Midnight, talking with some men in black suits. Midnight was a spitting image of Meliday. She was seven. And she already lost her parents. So, stepping in like a big brother, I walked over.
"Hello. What's going on?" I asked, surprisingly calm.They looked at me.
"Since Midnight doesn't have any caretaker anymore, we're trying to find a foster home for her." Foster home?
"That's alright. I can take care of her." They looked at each other.
"Well, there's a lot of legal papers, court dates, and-" One man began.
"That's fine. I'll take care of her until you can find her a permanent home." I said.
"Okay. Fill these out and send them to us." They handed me some paperwork. "We'll have a monthly inspection to see how everything is." I nodded. And managed a weak smile.
"Thank you." They walked away. I looked at her. She was looking at me curiously.
"Why do you want to take care of me? I thought you didn't like me." She said.
"I don't know. Guess its for Meliday. She wouldn't want you in foster care." She nodded. And we headed for my car.

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