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Narrative Essay On Meet Your Foster Mom

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I fidget to find a comfortable position in the cheap plastic chair. “It’s okay to be nervous,” assures Cynthia. “I’m not nervous, this chair is uncomfortable,” I explain. She sighs and rolls her eyes. I have been at a foster care center for the past three years following my parents death because I do not have any living relatives. My Dad left me some money, but I can’t spend it until I am eighteen. I’ve hated living here. All the walls are painted random bright colors, the sheets are rough, and every meal is chewy and tastes like cardboard. I finally get to move in with a pair of foster parents today. Two people enter the room and Cynthia gets up to shake their hands. “Meet your new foster parents,” Cynthia says enthusiastically. “This is Mel, your foster mom, and Frank, your foster dad,” says the woman. Frank passively stares past me and at the empty parking lot through the window. He is slouching which makes his round belly stick out even more. Mel is standing up straight with her lips curled upward and eyebrows raised. She has dark circles under her eyes that are very obvious on her translucent …show more content…

It is not long before we turn into a neighborhood, and pull into the driveway of a one story, tan brick house. I step out of the van and my shoes crunch on the brown grass. Mel shows me to a room with walls that could have once been pink, but are now a patchy shade of brown. A lonely mattress covered with a blue sheets is plopped on the stained brown carpet. The only piece of furniture in the room is a cherry dresser with peeling wood. I have to jiggle the drawers before they only open to halfway. It doesn’t take me long to unpack considering my lack of items. I sit trying to run my fingers over the carpet, unsure of what to do. The fibers are crunchy like the dried paint on the brush of a

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