Her blonde curls, her blue eyes, her musical talent seemed similar to mine. Too similar. For about the past 16 years, I have been living in foster homes, not knowing who my family was until my 16th birthday. A knock on the door came to my surprise when I found my birth mother standing right there, with my older sister Taylor Swift. And then everything changed. I moved into her apartment with her and her kitten Meredith, going places with her for sisterly bonding time but at the same time trying to figure out why they gave me up. And why has suddenly everyone acting so different like they are hiding something?
I don't anything except for the story line.