4 days later
*Owen*
I sit on the couch, watching Hope and Siena in the open kitchen. They are making dinner together and look like they are having a lot of fun. Their laughter and giggles warms my heart.
So far this whole thing has gone surprisingly well. And my two favorite girls seem to have become fast friends.
But I am also aware of the judgement we get from some people. Yesterday when we went out to eat this elderly couple at the next table kept looking at us like we were offensive to them. And this morning at the shop a very pious looking woman actually spat at me and hissed ‘freak’ as she was stalking past me … luckily neither of the girls heard her.
“Try this”. Hope says with an excited smile as she comes over to the couch, holding a spoon to my lips.
I open my mouth and let
