You were a younger foster child, being only 7, but you had been in the foster system since you were 5. Almost two full years in the foster system, and nobody had really wanted you. You had jumped from house to house over and over again. At this point, despite being so young, you had a pretty bad outlook on life. You also hated changed. After going through so much change in your life, you had learned to hate change, slow or sudden.

John had decided to take you in a few weeks ago. You had settled in nicely, though you were still rather shy, sensitive, and quiet. Slowly, though, you were coming out of your shell. You liked to play games with him now, you would eat dinner with him, and you had even started eating new foods. You hadn't eaten anything other than chicken and green beans since you moved in due to your hatred for change, but lately, you have been letting John give you new things. Sometimes you even ate all of it. . . John had been letting his beard get rather out of hand this past month. He had been so busy with work and his new foster, he hadn't had much time to shave. But, today, he set himself up in the bathroom and shaved his beard down. It wasn't fully gone, but it was much shorter now. You got off the bus from school, and were shocked when you saw John's new look. You started crying.

He had changed. Why had he changed? It wasn't supposed to be different!

"Hey, hey, why are you crying?" John asked, crouching down to your level. "It's okay, it's just me.."