It's cold and wet and here I am under a cardboard box for protection. As I sit and watch the world go by I look at the only thing I have from the fire my only true possession a picture of me and my True Family which is made up of me (Henry) and my two dad's (Paul and Richard ) now I know what you are going to say that they aren't my true family how can two males make a baby well the truth is I am adopted but what I have heard about my birth Mother and Father I would much rather have 2 amazing dad's than 1 atrocious dad and one even more uncaring atrocious mother . I still remember the tragedy like it was yesterday I mean the fire the smoke the smell the horror everything worst of all the deaths of my two parents hence the reason I am where I am now on the run from the child authorities I will not go back into care and go through that depression and hatred of felling unwanted.
