Chapter 7

• The next day,
• I turned comfortably on the bed, surprised by how soft it was. “Am I in heaven?” I mumbled softly, feeling the silky material on my skin. “If I'm in heaven, then I wish to be here forever.”
• Living with my foster mother was a scar that would never heal in my heart. Waking up to a daily dose of pain became a diurnal routine. A cold, dark room became my best friend, where I cried until I got tired. Perhaps I was born to live a miserable life.