The first day she came was the best day of my time being in foster care. She was wearing black and grey outfit. She had her hair in a bun. And her eyelashes were drowned in mascara. I remember thinking " she is so pretty ". I asked her if she wanted help unloading her bags from the car she said yes.
Never have I told anyone my full life story. But here this girl was and I was spilling out my life story to her on the first day I met her. Something about her made me feel like I could trust her. After telling her my life story she told me hers and we just sat there staring at each other realizing that we both had a really crapy life.
We did every thing together. Went to the park, sleeping in the same room, even getting in trouble together. She was the person I was searching for my whole life.
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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.
