Mixed: Consisting of different qualities or elements

Keith pov

I wiped the sweat from my forehead as I pushed the last box of stuff into the back of the moving truck. I'd made sure to place it in the vehicle gently remembering the "Don't shove it in those could be the dishes Keith!" That was yelled at me almost every time I went to pile another box in the rusty truck.
The hot sun beat down on me as I sighed. I pushed the few strands of hair stuck onto my face with sweat back into their place. I dusted my hands on my jeans before calling over to Christine "That's the last box"

Christine is my foster mother, closest person to a mother I've ever had. If I had the ability I'd adopt myself into this family.
But in reality that's not how things work.
I've been living with the best foster family I've ever had for these past 4 years. Still, they're the closest thing to family I'll ever have.
The kids were weirded out a bit when I first arrived even though they'd been reminded for months of my upcoming arrival.
I wish they could be my biological family so I don't have to worry about being sent away.
Dane treats me like his own son. He even calls me son once in a while. Dane is Christine's husband and Meenah and Cold are their biological kids.
Cole was 2 and Meenah was 4 when I arrived. I was instantly welcomed into the family. I've been told by Meenah that there was a missing puzzle piece of their lives before I came and that I was that piece that filled the gap.
They treat me just like their big brother. I honestly wish I was. I hope that they consider actually adopting me but I'm 17 and graduating high school next year and I wouldn't be an official member for more than 5 years because I'm planning to go to school after graduation and I wouldn't be there to be fill the role of the big brother and son. So I'm stuck as a foster kid.

Christine from day one instantly gave me that maternal comfort I'd never revived in my 17 years of life.
She is always there for me and treating me as her own. Sometimes I try and trick myself into thinking that I'm meant to be in their lives forever and I always have been but that's not the case.
Dane and Christine had thought of adoption since they wanted a third child but couldn't because Christine's body had simply just had enough after two very rough births. They wanted to adopt a baby but as soon as they heard about me I grabbed their interest. They read my elongated foster history and life story and decided to foster me rather than adoption because I was a teenager already. There's a pretty big age gap between me and their kids.
They've always made me feel like I'm meant to be but I feel I'm just a tree that fell in the road of their lives and they felt pity for me and decided to keep me. I'm not what they originally wanted and I still feel that idea scratching my brain raw at times.

"Let's go let's go!" Meenah squealed from behind me. "Keef just packed the last box" Cole shouted.
When I first arrived Cole could barely speak and "Keith" is a pretty hard word to say so he called me "Keef" and it stuck and has been my nickname ever since.
"Alright let's get out of here" Dane said from his spot on the porch. Meenah and Cole ran to the truck (separate from the moving one, this is a legit truck) and hopped in slamming their doors.
"Keith honey go check to see if there's any last boxes inside" Christine said from inside the moving truck. She tucked the box I'd just placed in on top of a pile and hopped out taking off her gloves. I jogged up the rickety steps of the porch and stepped inside doing a quick walk through of all the rooms to check for any boxes.
None were left so I stood in the living room and inhaled deeply. I'm gonna miss this house.
The biggest changes of my life happened here and it's hard to have to give that up. The house looks so weird empty.
I and turned on my heels and went back out the front door. "Nope we got em all!" I called to Christine who was helping Dane pull the back door of the moving truck down.  Dane patted the back of the door in that way that people do for an extra sense of security.
The driver of the truck had been leaning against the side of it waiting for us to finish then hopped inside starting the engine.
I hopped inside the other truck with Meenah and Cole to my sides. I hate being in the middle but I'm a good sport to them and sit in the middle to keep them from fighting as they usually do when sat next to each other.
Christine and Dane jumped in and started the vehicle and we were on our way.