Five foster sisters, different personalities, one household. You didn't think you'd survive long enough.
⚠️no I do not condone fuckin on y'all step sibs and foster/adopted sibs, this was an idea⚠️
You/Chloe, Normani, Solana, Renée, & Ryan
"Five?" You asked quietly. Your mother nodded, "I mean, look on the bright side, Y/n/n, you'll have more kids your age to talk to." You nodded, "Isn't that too much stress on you and dad though? I mean, we have a whole lot of house, but I don't see how you two could possibly take on having not one, or two, or three, or four, but five? Five foster daughters? And who knows the trauma." You pointed out, your tone never wavering.
Your mother nodded, "I-I know. But, I couldn't leave them like that. All of them were hurting and in pain and you should have heard h-how the youngest girl was crying and how the oldest girl begged the worker not to split them up." She says. You looked at your mother with a hint of admiration. Your mother was always so thoughtful and sweet and it made you proud to be her daughter, "I understand, mama. I'm not complaining." You mutter truthfully, "We're well beyond financially stable, and it's more than enough rooms for them." You say quietly.
Pretty soon, you went to your room and sighed softly. Your room was like a music studio mixed with an actual bedroom. Your friends, especially the musically inclined ones, loved your room, Foster daughters? Damn. At least I won't be alone in this big ass house.
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Your mother sighed quietly, "Are we doing the right thing, Y/d/n?" Your dad hums and nods just as the doorbell sounded. Your dad instantly goes to open the door. In front of him was a social worker and behind the social worker were four brown skin girls and one lighter skin one, "Hi, are you the Y/l/n's?" She asks. Your mother nodded, glancing back to see the youngest was still clutching onto the oldest and the other three were huddled up against each other. Your dad invited them in.
The group of girls sat huddled together up under the oldest and the one that seemed like the middle child. While the dad talked to the social worker, your mom kind of kneeled in front of the weary girls. The only one that wasn't as weary was the oldest, "Hi, my name is Y/m/n. We've met before." The oldest nodded stiffly, "You we're the doctor assigned to my sister..." She says quietly, "Thank you." The oldest says.
Your mom didn't know if she was referring to the hospital situation or the situation in hand. Your mom waved them off, "I know your name is Renée." Your mom says softly, pointing at the youngest girl who nodded rapidly before burying her head into the oldest's side. That same girl hums, "My name is Solana." She greets respectfully. The girl with the lighter skin complexion straightens up a bit, "My name is Chloe." She mumbles with a slight smile. Your mom noted that she was the second youngest girl. The girl jus a bit darker than the rest of the other girls tilts her head, "Ryan." She says quietly. The second oldest Your mom thought.
The last girl was the one your mom was most worried about. She was tense, her eyes were cold and calculating, scanning your mom's face for any signs of deceit or malice. Your mother shuddered reading this young girl's file. So much graphic detail of how the girl was abused filed her mind, "You must be Normani." Your mom says in a gentle tone. The girl just nods stiffly.
Your mom clears your throat and stands up, "Well, I want you girls to make yourselves at home and there's plenty of room for you girls to have your own space and room, if you want that." She says. Renée latches on to Solona, "Can we um... can we share a room?" She asks. Your mom nodded instantly, "Yes, of course." She looks at Chloe, Normani and Ryan. Chloe looks Normani in her eyes for a split second, almost as if they were having a mental conversation, "I wanna share a room with Mani..." Chloe mutters.
