the happy boy

He is Happy, singing with joy,he sleeps he has many toys. he is fed every day and night. this boy is happy. but as his brother I see from another window, his family is gone I walk aside of him we got each other, some days we feel like we got nothing we have items we have oxygen but no matter how much we see to have one thing is what lead us to the low of lows, a father, not even biological but yet he still continued to treat us like we were his own. no mother in cite. but with him we still go to bed at night. the day that ended a whole life. me my brother and sister walk home after getting off the bus. inside we go my father asks "how was your day" I looked at him and said "same as always." I went to lay down four in the afternoon. woke up and never saw my father again not even a funeral, all my rights have been taken foster care is where me and my siblings were taken. I have people foster mom and other friends. they see me with new clothes new shoes. new phones. they see me in this foster home super big it is, but no matter how much I have it won't matter. people will continue to think one is happy due to items or riches. but my father was worth more than anything on the face of the universes.