The old, light-hearted woman led me to a room that sort of looked like the main office of Peters.  She (Betty) had me sign a bunch of papers, most of which I lied about because I didn't even know half of my story... What was my story?  Taylor, 18, no last name.. I didn't even know the family's last name.
                              "Excuse me, ma'am," I uttered, "What's Eva May's surname?"
                              She giggled, probably thinking why the hell I was asking my sister's last name.
                              "Wasikowska."
                              "Sorry, what?"
                              An even more stupid question.
                              "Wah-zee-kow-ska?"
                              "Oh," I laughed, "thank you, Miss Betty."
                              I filled out the endless papers reluctantly, and signed a name tag.  My very first name tag, which I was kind of excited about...
                              "Alright, Ms. Wasikowska, you are all set!  Just head to the room on the right, down the hall, and introduce yourself to the other ladies.  You'll fit right in!"
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                              (time pass; afternoon)
                              I was taking care of this ardorable little girl named Felicity, when an older couple came in.
                              I went  to the front desk, and introduced myself.
                              The couple informed me that they were dropping off their son and that their older son, whose name was Damian, would be picking her up around four. 
                              I took him to the back room, considering he was probably around two, so he could walk and play with the toys.
                              He had the cutest lttle chubby cheeks.
                              After a long day of work, we were still awaiting this Damian kid. I was holding Eva and Miss Betty was watching the couple's son. 
                              It was fifteen minutes after closing time and we were still here.  Miss Betty wasn't happy just for the record. 
                              I walked here, and it took about an hour...so in the dark its probably going to take longer, considering i will probably get lost.
                              Oh joy.
                              Finally, I thought, just as the doors opened to reveal Damian.
                              Oh
                              Damn
                              He was so hot.
                              God Taylor, keep your pants on, you don't even know him.
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A Place in this World
Non-FictionA place in this world is all she ever wanted, nothing more, except when she finally and ultimately addresses her desire for the one thing she knew she could never obtain: A family. A real, loving family. When she finally gets what she thinks she ne...
