A Need to Belong to Something

As a baby she never did much crying. As a little kid, she rarely talked. As a teen, she pretty much hung out by herself. Some called her a loner, for she was rarely ever seen with anyone. But for Nancy Reerdon it just seemed second nature to be that way. Perhaps this was due to her upbringing. One of six children, her voice was often quieted, so that one of the others could be …

…and help out as much as she could. The team being her family. The family she had longed for her entire life. Although still a very quiet individual, Nancy found that she had a place. She belonged. Not just to a team of people serving at the pleasure of the president, but to a family. She had her place in life, and not only was she good at it, but she loved it. The End.