Personal Narrative-Foster Home

I woke up to the sound of my alarm going off. "Would you turn that shit off." I heard James Kennedy, my foster father, yell. I quickly stopped my alarm and got up to walk downstairs. While walking down the stairs i slipped and fell straight on my ass bone. "Why can't you even walk down the stairs correctly." My foster father muttered while walking to the kitchen. I finally gathered myself together and walked into the kitchen. My foster father sat at the table reading the newspaper. "Look at this mexican f*g." My foster father said pointing to a photo of a man with long hair pulled back into a ponytail. The title read "Lin-Manuel Miranda broke the record for Tony nominations." I read the first sentence of the article about this Lin dude and
I could tell he was freaking out a bit.

"We will take her out of that house today and put her into the nearest orphanage until someone will foster or adopt her." One officer said. I knew I wasn't going to get adopted and if I was put into another foster home it would be terrible again. Tears started streaming down my face while thinking about that.

"Wait, what if I foster her? I have an amazing wife, young son, we both have stable jobs, enough room for her, and I only want her to be happy." Lin said. I was almost in shock. He hasn't even ran it by his wife yet. The officers told him to call his wife and make sure she was okay with it. When the call was finally over he had an answer from Vanessa. "Vanessa said she would love to foster and help Malina." Lin said. I smiled and still had tears falling down my face, but now I think it was happy tears.

I heard chairs move around, so I suspected Lin and the officers to come out the door. So, I ran the the other side of the hallway and sat down. Lin was the first on to come out and he ran to me and pulled me up. Once I was up he pulled me close, picked me up, and spun me around. "Mi amor, mi hija." Lin said and I finally felt