"Dinner's ready" called Mrs. Albertson from downstairs.
I wasn't sure if I should yell I'm coming, because most of my foster homes considered that as attitude. So I quickly ran downstairs. "Smells delicious" I quickly said not trying to discover a bad side to this old aged woman. "This is my husband Henry." "Nice to meet you" I quickly replied with a smile.
It was comforting having these two elders trying to make small talk, with me.
"Are you done?" asked Mrs. Albertson.
"Yes ma'm, here let me help you." I said as I picked up her plate, quickly regretting my actions and getting ready for the brutal beating. I was taken back when all Mrs. Albertson did was smile and nod.
"May I be excused?" I asked as politely as possible. "Of course but be ready in 20 minutes, we're going out." "May I ask where we're going?" The elderly just laughed and responded "Of course child, we're going shopping Henry and I figured you needed some new school supplies for Monday." Monday, new school, school? My 5 foster home didn't even send me to school they kept me at home cleaning until an agent started driving me me to school. "That sounds lovely, thank you."
I was in the back seat of the 2004 White Kia when suddenly we parked in front of a thrift shop. Excitement was running in my veins. I hadn't gone shopping in the longest time ever. Mrs. Albertson obviously saw the excitement on my face as she was being pulled out of the car by Mr. Albertson when she said "Excited?" I was speechless all I could do was nod.
As we walked in the thrift shop I was taken back by my surrondings. I honestly forgot what a store looked like from the inside. All the hangers surrounded by shoppers. The cash registers in front of the store. The signs hanging from the ceiling.
"Well don't just stand there sugar common on." Motioned Mr. Albertson, it didn't take me long to obey as I followed him down the aisle towards school supplies.
I spotted a really nice pink backpack and examined it. I didn't know what to do so i just stood there. Thankfully Mrs. Albertson was filled with joy when she quietly yelled "Oh that's precious!"
That day I feel asleep in my purple sheets with a smile on my face, new clothes and pink backpack full of school supplies.
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General FictionAly was only 9 when her mom died, she was only 9 when she was sent to an orphanage. After exactly a year she was being placed in a foster home. Now she's 16 and moving to her 8th foster home. She was never a trouble child but when she thinks she's...
