I remember being a kid and going to church every Sunday with the most important person in my life at the time. My mom. There was something special about our bond that nobody could comprehend. My dad died before i was born and all of my brothers and sisters live in Las Vegas with my aunt and uncle. I don't know any of them. In the year 2010 I was at IGA with my mom. She told me to go get a loaf of bread because she was gonna make spaghetti and garlic toast for dinner as I was walking back to her I realized there was a large group of employees in one area shouting and panicking. I didn't think it was anything for me to worry about since i was just an innocent 7 year old girl. They were shouting, "CALL THE AMBULANCE TELL THEM HER NAME IS CaseY!!" That's when everything hit. My mom's name is Casey. I felt as if my heart shattered. I squirmed my way through the cluttered aisle. I was thinking to myself .. if shes still alive, im going to be the last voice she hears. I was moving through the people at top speed but it was hard to get through because my tears were blurring up my vision. I fell to my knees as i was opening my mouth to say that i loved her but it was too late. i layed my head on her chest thinking i was having one if my bad dreams and i was gonna wake up any second. But i never did. About 3 days later the government or whoever put this whole dumb thing together placed me in a foster home. I had to live with a single mother named, Michelle, a 17 year old son named Nathan, a 14 year old daughter named Carter along with her twin brother, Tobi. It was pretty comforting there. But something about it made me feel like i wasn't welcomed. Was it tge kids? The house? Or was it just because i felt like i didn't belong anywhere. They were gonna send me with my aunt and uncle but they refused to take me in. Michelle let me sleep in her room on her floor because she knew i would feel uncomfortable
sleeping in a room with Carter since i didnt really know her yet.
