☆ Everything has changed ☆

Chapter 1

Happiness

"There is happiness. Past the blod and bruise. Past the curses and cries. Beyond the terror in the nightfall"

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|January 27th 2023|

"Thanks mom. They're here in about an hour or so" the tall blond woman spoke into the phone lying on the floor beside her, biting her colored nails.

"And you're ready?" Andrea asked from the other end of the line.

"I think so. I mean the house is clean. I have set up her room with some furniture. It's still really empty though, because they haven't told me how much stuff she has. I've also made cookies because don't know what kind of food she likes, but I think most children like cookies, right? I have made sure the cats are out of the way so I can prepare her to meet them. I made dinner so I just have to heat it up so that won't take as much time today. I don't know if there is anything I have missed. I feel like I forgot something" Taylor took a deep breath and sighed, her head filled with worries of not being what the fragile child would need her to be and become.

"Taylor calm down. It sounds like you've got everything under control." She said trying to ease the soon to be foster mothers worries.

"But that's the thing mom. I don't. They haven't told me anything about her. What she likes, if she's allergic to anything, if she has any special needs, if there are certain things that triggers her, if she's shy or outgoing, nervous or if she even speaks English at all."

"Wait what?" Her mom says confused by Taylors words interrupting the blondes rant. "What do you mean she doesn't know English?"

"Well, she's originally from Scandinavia" Taylor explains to her mother, fidgeting with her rings.

"Scandinavia?" she says clearly still confused.

"Yea, Denmark. Her biological parents moved here about five years ago. Turns out they didn't want her, or she was in the way of work or something. Anyways they put her into the system almost right after moving here."

Among the very little information she had managed to get about her soon to be foster daughter she was told her parents were completely capable of taking care of her. They sadly just didn't want to or didn't have the time or whatever. The kind spirited woman's heart ached for the little girl, but she would get a good home here. she'd make sure of that. she'd give all her love, attention, and comfort so the child could heal and find her forever home. She deserved that. Any child did in her opinion.

"Omg that's awful. You are just what that little girl needs in her life. A secure and safe space. You can give her that honey. I know you can."

After she hung up with her mother on the phone, she rolled around on the floor lying on her back with her hands on her tempels clearly stressed by the role she was about to take on. She knew that now she wouldn't just have to care for herself, but also another human being who had possibly already been presented to horrible things she couldn't even begin to imagine the burden of.

The woman decided to use her time better than to worry about what was still uncertain. She pulled herself up from the wooden floor and went to clean the kitchen. It was already clean. Shining actually. But she needed time to pass. she needed something to do so she wouldn't get in her head too much.

20 minutes remaining till her life was about to change. She couldn't yet grasp the idea of having another set of smaller feet walking the apartment with her. not that she didn't look forward to it. she sure did. But for the time being it seemed as though only the worries of her abilities as a foster mother was consuming her mind.