Living in CA with 7 boys!

Here i am, sitting on the white plastic chairs, waiting for particular news, and particular man wearing white to come out of the surgery room, suddenly the door I’ve been waiting to open ages ago flew open to reveal the right man.

“Mrs. Hunter?” he asked.

“Yes?” i said getting up from my chair, curiosity killing me to know if the last part of my family is still breathing.

“I am sorry” he apologised looking down....He’s gone? My father is gone?

“What?” i couldn’t believe it! What would i do now? Huh? I have nowhere to stay in, neither money, yes we we’re poor but it doesn’t mean we weren’t happy, my dad had a job that could pay my school and to offer us food to survive.

“He’s in a better place” The doctor spoke again knocking me out of my negative thoughts.

“Oh dear!” a woman said running towards me hugging me tightly, do i know her?

“We are very sorry” an other man spoke, who are they?

“I am Mrs. Roberts, and we assisted your reaction for the news, what is your name sweat heart?” the woman said again, i took some time to examine her, she was wearing a very elegant black dress, with her blonde hair in curls, and wearing as well some pair of D&G high heels.

“I-I’m Julia” i stuttered while wiping my tears that quickly got replaced by new ones.

“Do you have a place to stay in?” the man asked. i looked around to see at hat the doctor was now gone, leaving me with two strangers, the man looked at his 50’s, just the sigh of them show that they were rich....very rich.

“Yes” i lied.

“Are you sure?” the woman asked again looking for an answer in my blue eyes. I couldn’t lie so i just choked my head “No”

“Than you are staying with us” she said holding my hand.

“What? No way! I wouldn’t let it happen”

“But how can you live alone homeless?” The man asked, i guess he’s   Mr. Roberts?

“I will be fine, why are you here anyway?” i wiped once again the tears, and took a deep breath.

“Our son broke his leg, nothing huge, but honey i am not letting you to live alone” they have a son now? It gives me yet another reason to not improve on their idea.

“It’s really nice what you are doing, but i will be okay”

“Where do you live?” The man asked again, i mean Mr. Roberts asked.

“In Tideland, it’s a little town close to North California”

“The other side of the city?”

“No, it’s just a small town 12 Kilometres away from California”

“Never heard of it, but now count yourself living in California”

“I can’t effort money to live here, and i need to pay the hospital-” i got cut off by Mrs. Roberts this time.

“Who said you need to pay anything? And we’re paying the hospital”