I remember being in my social worker`s car heading towards my new foster home.
october contrast, cold humidity, whe arrived.
I stood infront of my new home, an old victorian house.
The whole street was very quiet, someone was looking threw the the window and thts when the door opened.
“Hello“an old optimistic women stood at the door.
my social worker grabed me by my arm and was almost draging me in, “hurry up i don`t have all day“.
As soon as whe where in the old women asked me to sit in the lounge for a moment. I could almost hear the walls breath….calling me, well i must spaced out for few minutes and all of a sudden i hear my worker say i got to go now good luck.
Thats when things started to get weird. The old women showed me around the house and then she tells me that i shall meet my new brothers and sister.
End of part I