the darkest past

My first scare

When I was five we move foster homes for the first time. The agent said that they found a good family that is willing to raise me, and only me. I said no but my brother said yes. I look up at him.
"I don't want to leave you!" I yell.

"Lahara, this might be it for you. You need to move along without me, grow to be independent." Lucas told me gently. I sighed and accepted and drove to the new family. When I got there I found my smiling brother on the door step.