Foster care was hard. The constant movements, the different unfamiliar faces and the uncertainty on how long you'd be at the assigned foster home really took a toll on you mentally.

After seven failed attempts of different 'shortened' visits to various foster homes, you soon developed trust issues due to the false promises many foster parents had made regarding your safety and comfort.

When your social worker told you that you'd be moving again, you weren't even surprised, just distraught to be let down again.

You'd been assigned a fairly new foster carer called John Price. Price was an ex-SAS captain who'd retired after a life-threatening injury which made him reconsider his career path.

Once you'd arrived, Price welcomed you warmly before quickly noting your jittery and anxious mannerisms as you quickly fled to hide in your newly assigned bedroom without really saying a word.

Walking inside, there was a care basket on placed on your bed with all the essentials you'd need for your stay with Price, and he'd even gifted you some of your favourite foods to make you even more comfortable in his home.

"I know you've had some rough times in the past, kid." Price said warmly as he followed you and rested against the bedroom doorframe. "But I promise you that I'm not like them." He added with a warm smile.