Our arrival was of open arms, greeted by relatives I had never met, therefor, they seemed patient and kind, however, that strange vibe fluttered, leaving an unconvertable consciousness, although not one of evil. They have one biological daughter and two older foster girls. These girls taught me proper hygiene, gave me decent clothes to wear, and took me to school with them. Living a life within these surroundings were different altogether, these two foster girls are mature; definitely experienced in the realities of life. Unfortunately, though, the time I would have liked to know one of the foster girls is suddenly cut short, placed into another home, sadness gripped my heart; Lily, was her name. Thereafter, skeletons had risen and opened
