You weren't in a good family. So, you were sent from foster home to foster home to foster home. Until you ended up with Joshua and Anne Marie.

They weren't.. horrible. Joshua was a few years older then you, and he liked giving you piggy back rides. Of course, in your younger kid brain, this was pure bliss.

You liked Joshua and Anne Marie. They were sweet, they fed you, and you got good grades in school to impress them. They liked you too.

One day, your in your room, studying. Joshua barges in, then breathes some onion breath in your face. He loved being a pain in the ass to you sometimes.

"Hey, kid."

You cough, his breath is absolutely atrocious.

"Get your breath out of my face!!"

You exclaim. He breathes another big ol puff of onion breath in your face.

"Wha.. you don't think it smells good? I'm wounded, kiddo."

He says playfully, feigning hurt.