Paid: A Short Story

My six year old self was wearing a pink velvet hello kitty long sleeve shirt and jeans that had embroidered sparkles and butterfly designs. Obviously I was dressed to impress. After visiting with my parents for a couple weeks I was about to spend my first night with my new family. My mom is a petite Asian women but despite her small frame she is exerts confidence and has a Type A personality while my dad is a big white guy who is kind and is perfect for my mom because he is Type B personality. Upon meeting them I knew they were perfect for me because I coincidentally looked like my mom and had her stuberness but had my dad's soft side. I already had the night planned in my head, I would go and play then eat a delicious dinner and then convince my parents to watch The Little Mermaid before I had to go to bed. When I got to my new home I rushed to play doctor with the chocolate labs who would soon become my best friends. I was later called to dinner and that's where my vision of the perfect first night crashed and burned. On my plate was a grotesque pile of salad taking up at least a third of my plate. This was not acceptable in my book. I proceeded to give every excuse to not eat The Salad. “ I don’t like salad!”
As they started to clean up dinner I scampered to wash my hands upstairs. As I exited the bathroom I stood at the top of the stairs and looked down at my parents and my heart swelled with warmth and love. Then my body decided to betray me and I projected chewed-up-vile- forest green vomit all over the landing and the top stairs. My throat felt raw from puking and then one of those hot lumps formed at the base of my throat as my face scrunched up and hot uncontrollable tears flooded my face and I just stood there knowing that my parents could never love me and I would have to spend another 2 years in the foster