First message
I walk up the sidewalk with my social worker toward my new foster home. We go inside and my new foster family welcomes me. Maybe this one won’t be so bad, the family seems kind and the house is nice and it’s a nice neighborhood. We sit in the livingroom and my new foster parents explain the household rules as their daughter and my new foster sister gets home as she enters the room my heart skips a beat and I forget how to breath for a moment. She comes over to meet me. I hold my hand out to shake hers Hey I’m Xavier, it’s nice to meet you.