I woke up to find Mrs. Adler (my foster mom) was making waffles. She usually only does this on special occasions or if she has bad news.
Mrs. Adler joined the system as a foster parent when her husband died at only 30 years old. She became my foster mom when I was about 8, so she's been caring for me for almost 3 years. All we really know about my life before I was in the system is that my parents died on Halloween and I was left with my Aunt and Uncle who decided they didn't want me and turned me over to the system.
Sometimes on the weekends Uncle Remus (That's what Mrs. Adler tried to get me to call him, but I call him Uncle Moony instead.)will come visit. Today happens to be one of those days, but this time something is off, but I decide it's better to ignore the feeling and just wait until they're ready to talk about whatever it is.
I know it's really short, but the chapters will get longer once I get into the flow of the story. Once I've finished the story I will look over and fix the little mess ups and loose ends. Constructive criticism is accepted, but no useless hate.
