Kiana settles down in the living room after a long while of running around the house getting things in order. She anxiously glances up at the wall clock and it states that its almost time for the interviews to begin, she can expect a knock on her door any minute from now. She grabs her phone and calls her husband but he doesn’t pick up. “Well then...I guess I’m going to have to do this on my own,” she sighs as she gets up and searches the drawers for a memory stick. Once she finds it she gathers the kids together and plays a movie for them, the children happily sit down and keep quiet and pay all of their attention on the television. The door bell rings soon after, “here we go,” Kiana rubs her hands against her lap as she goes to answer the door. “Hie...my name is Sarah...I don’t know if

