Jyn
After my grand dad's funeral,it seemed as though everything got worse.Grandma tried to stay strong for me,but she had a battle of her own.grandma had dementia an after the loss of her husband,it was only getting worse.They truly loved each other,and without him she no longer had anything to keep her mind grounded.She started to forget more things as the weeks passed. Simple things like cooking,to pick me up from school,and even where she lived.
It had gotten so bad that social services were called,because she burned up the kitchen because she had forgotten she was cooking.They deemed my grandmother no longer fit to care for me,and since she had no other family to help her,she was put in a nursing home.I on the other hand was placed in a foster home. Tony and Kendra Robert's became my new parents.
Kendra was a short and slim woman,with blue eyes,strawberry blonde hair, and freckles. Her husband Tony on the other hand was tall and muscular,with brown hair and light green eyes.
At first they seemed like nice people,but boy was I wrong.Foster care and the Robert's were horrible.I and the other kids in that house were no more than slaves in that house. We constantly had to cook,clean,and see about the foster babies,all while they did nothing but collect the money off of us.They once told us that telling on us would be of no use,because every foster home was like this,and no other family would want kids like us. I was only eight years old, so my young naive mind believed every word.