“Fine. Your foster parents asked if I would tell you. They are apparently pregnant so…” I know what is coming next. “They don’t really want… you. So I asked my parents if you could come to my camp this summer. I mean, would you like to come? Because before you do I will need to tell you some stuff.” I noticed he had a hard time telling telling me about my foster parents, but it’s not like I care. I got it, they are going to have their own kid.
“Sure, I would love to come,” I told him.
I heard him mutter something like “It’s not like you have a choice or anything.”
“What was that?” I questioned.
“Nothing. Just that I hope you like it there. Now come on. We have to get your stuff from your house and I will tell