Who Am I? Part 2

I sat there in another, different, bright white living room. Ornaments crowding every available space. Happy pictures hung of the family whose last name I didn't bother to remember, it'd just cloud my already fading old memories. My newest parents were stood together holding hands, the woman had her head dropped on the mans shoulder as if pained by the whole experience. I'd only been here three weeks and Garry and Eddie were stood in front of me again clad in their black suits ready to take me away somewhere else in the country. My bags were packed and stood by the plain white front door. My newest siblings were stood at the top of the stairs watching the scene unfold.
"Mummy where's Harper going?" The youngest, Daisy of all names it's like she's a fricken cow, asked sweetly peering behind the legs of the eldest son Jacob. I had quite liked Jacob we were the same age and seemed to have similar interests and I got his number so we'd be able to keep in touch. I hope if Garry and Eddie allow me.
"Daisy darling, Harper's going away" She answered her voice cracking slightly so I felt obliged to look to her making my eyes look half dead and uncaring - it wasn't very hard.
"I'll get my coat" I stated my voice flat getting up off of the horribly scented cream sofa. I grabbed my coat from the hook beside the door and slipped on the long black leather coat.
"Ready to go Harper?" Asked Garry his voice hoarse from the cold he had acquired.
"You didn't say why she had to go" The man said looking confused between the two ageing men.
"I know" Eddie answered grabbing my bags and walked out first followed by me then Garry.
"Bye Jacob" I waved backhandedly at him
"Bye!" He called back sounding a little desperate making me cringe.
"Well Delilah your slipping slightly" Chuckled Garry using my real name, opening the backdoor of the Vauxhall Insignia with blacked out windows for me. I climbed in not dignifying that statement with an answer.
"Oooh Garry getting the silent treatment" Laughed Eddie, on a good day for me we could have a good laugh together, though on the leaving days it's a little impossible. I try not to get attached and I'm quite good at it after sixteen years of practise but I just can't be bothered to show any emotion during this time. Tomorrow I'll be fine.
"Yeah yeah yeah, now where are we going?" I asked bored watching the passing villages and scenery.
"Just to a hotel for a while until we-"
"Find another family... Yeah got it" I finished for him resting my head against the window wincing every so often as my head hit against the glass when we drove over a bump in the road...