Micheal lost his parents at the age of 7 and had been floating around foster homes since then. What happens when he meets the Jones'. Will they take on his difficult attitude and treat him as their own? Or will he be sent away again?
I just couldn't stop crying. The dark scared me and I just needed to get my emotions out. Why did I have to have so many of them?
Daniel just left. I felt relieved when he came out calling for me using the nickname. He even called me his pretty bunny. He called me pretty. No one's ever called me pretty.
From the time I ran away to the time Daniel came out to find me, I broke the only promise I've made to Amelia.
I just couldn't hold it anymore and between my sobbing I hadn't been paying much attention to my bladder. I had tried to hold it as much as I could but that hadn't lasted long. I tried my best to get it in the pull-up but I wasn't too successful. Honestly I could have almost cared less.
I watch Daniel walk all the way back inside before I move. My first plan of action is to get off the semi wet pull-up and wet wood. I go to a different corner, between the slide and a window.
I pull the items Daniel got closer to me. On top is exactly what I need—and something I never thought I'd be saying—a pull-up, and as a plus some wet wipes.
I open the baby wipes and rip a couple off. I crawl over to the messy corner, doing my best to say in a huddled up position. I feel more than exposed out here. At least the lights are on to scare any monsters away.
I try my best to wipe up my mess but with the dim lighting I can't tell if I've done anything. Next I clean up myself. My piss has dried slightly and with the movement it has gotten on the better parts of both of my legs. It takes quite a few wipes but eventually I feel clean enough.
With little to no hesitation I put the pull-up on. It fits snugly and the item actually comforts me slightly, with it on I know I can't make a mess anywhere. This pull-up has Micky on it again but this time he is holding drumsticks.
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Next there is a shirt, a long sleeve to be exact. It's a grey cotton shirt with prints of dinosaurs on it. I think this is the first time Daniel hasn't given me clothes the match the pull-up. I slip it on and sadly it stops just a little below the waist band of the pull-up.
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