Today was the day you arrive at your new foster home. It was a younger couple in their late twenties with two kids of their own already, Rylee who was three and Owen who was one.

You were sixteen years old and have been in the foster system since you were four. You’ve been through so many homes already. You felt like you couldn’t trust anyone except your case worker, Ms. Manning. She gave you a warm smile.

“Come on, at least try to give these people a chance.”