When I first came to my foster moms house I was bored. I had no friends. I didn't know anybody and I was to shy to go anywhere where kids my age would hang out. I stayed inside most of the summer and was bored. I watched all the movies on Netflix and I read all of my books over and over again. So one day I asked my foster mom if I could get a sibling. She said that it was a great idea. I was wanting a little sister like the age of five. But you can't always get a certain age.
Waiting for her to come was the hardest part. Every day I would bug my foster mom and ask if she got any calls for a sibling. Most of the time the answer was no. It felt like years had gone past while I was waiting for my foster mom to tell me that she had gotten the call for a sibling. Then one day she came up to me and told me that she got the call, I was so relived. The next day my new sibling came. Little did I know that this girl who just walked in my life was a miracle.
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sisterhood
Non-Fictionabout when my sister came in life. even though we aren't blood we are still family it doesn't matter what blood runs through your veins you make family with the people who you love and trust.
