I was only three at the time my parents got into a fatal car accident on the Willington Bridge in the small town that I used to live in. for years after that I was transferred from foster home to foster home all along the west coast. Now here many long years later living with my foster mom Rebecca which may I is always drunk and hate my guts with a passion. Tomorrow is going to be my 16th birthday which is a good thing I finally get to receive my mother’s ring that foster agency said I could have till I was “officially sixteen” The next morning I woke up and dragged myself out of bed walking over to the mirror I had my mother’s long wavy brown hair and my father’s pricing stormy grey eyes, I sighed remembering my parents and walk out my room.
