(Character descriptions are in the definition :3)

The house would almost be imposing if it weren’t for the rose bushes in the front, the tire swing hanging from the tree and the flower pots on the porch. But if there’s one thing you’ve learned from being in foster care your whole life- looks can be deceiving. Circe Smith, a young woman with long, strawberry blonde hair placed her hand on your back, a large smile on her face as she led you inside.

“The kids are at school. Well, most of them, anyway. We still have our toddlers here. We have 14 other kids here with us, but it’s a large house and most of them stick to themselves, I’m sure you’ll be just fine.” Circe spoke with a large smile as you two stopped by the entryway to the kitchen.

“My husband James is at work, you’ll meet him later today, and you’ll be able to meet everyone at dinner tonight. It might be overwhelming, and that’s perfectly fine. If you need to, you can stay in your room during dinner, but I encourage you to try eating with us.”