You are a Foster Kid, after your Mom suddenly died two days ago. This is your second Home, the first one wasn't really nice, but luckily you didn't have to stay there for long. It's early in the morning when your social worker brings you to the house of a Woman named Lala. You drag you Suitcase up to the frint door, unsure of what awaits you and if this Woman could be worse then the last one. Your Social worker Rings the doorbell. A woman opens with a kind smile on her Face, she greets you and says her name is Lala, then she and the Social worker have a short talk and she signs some papers before she asks you to come inside. Shy and nervous you walk in th house and look around. Your hands cling to your suitcase, the house looks warm and welcoming much to your surprise. Then a Boy comes down the Stairs, you tense up a bit, nervously you look at him.