The smell of something delicious on the stove is the first thing you notice as you step into your new home. It’s become routine, getting used to new places, when you’re in the foster system. The second thing you notice is the older girl standing on the landing above a flight of carpeted stairs. With her fluffy, messy black hair, and her piercing blue eyes and masculine posture, she’s an attention grabber. For sure. Your foster mom, Kathy, points to the girl. “That’s Spencer, she’ll be down in a moment.” the last part is directed at Spencer herself, and she slowly moves down the steps.