Continue this story: My Home

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived.

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I couldn't tell how far the address was from my house, so I called my friend, who was old enough to drive now. She agreed to take me.

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I couldn't tell how far the address was from my house, so I called my friend, who was old enough to drive now. She agreed to take me. When we arrived, she stayed in the car as I got out and rang on the doorbell. I held a box of cookies to seem like a girl scout, but it was acutally a gift.

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I couldn't tell how far the address was from my house, so I called my friend, who was old enough to drive now. She agreed to take me. When we arrived, she stayed in the car as I got out and rang on the doorbell. I held a box of cookies to seem like a girl scout, but it was acutally a gift. There was hurried footsteps inside the house, and then a boy that must have been my brother opened the door.

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I couldn't tell how far the address was from my house, so I called my friend, who was old enough to drive now. She agreed to take me. When we arrived, she stayed in the car as I got out and rang on the doorbell. I held a box of cookies to seem like a girl scout, but it was actually a gift. There was hurried footsteps inside the house, and then a boy that must have been my brother opened the door.

"Um... yes?" He asked. He didn't recognize me of course, we have only talked and never seen.

Re: Continue this story: My Home
by AmyFawkes Today at 15:16

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I couldn't tell how far the address was from my house, so I called my friend, who was old enough to drive now. She agreed to take me. When we arrived, she stayed in the car as I got out and rang on the doorbell. I held a box of cookies to seem like a girl scout, but it was actually a gift. There was hurried footsteps inside the house, and then a boy that must have been my brother opened the door.

"Um... yes?" He asked. He didn't recognize me of course, we have only talked and never seen. "Cookies?" I asked. The gift was inside the bag of cookies, along with a note.

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I couldn't tell how far the address was from my house, so I called my friend, who was old enough to drive now. She agreed to take me. When we arrived, she stayed in the car as I got out and rang on the doorbell. I held a box of cookies to seem like a girl scout, but it was actually a gift. There was hurried footsteps inside the house, and then a boy that must have been my brother opened the door.

"Um... yes?" He asked. He didn't recognize me of course, we have only talked and never seen. "Cookies?" I asked. The gift was inside the bag of cookies, along with a note. "They're... um... free." I said. I sounded so stupid.

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I couldn't tell how far the address was from my house, so I called my friend, who was old enough to drive now. She agreed to take me. When we arrived, she stayed in the car as I got out and rang on the doorbell. I held a box of cookies to seem like a girl scout, but it was actually a gift. There was hurried footsteps inside the house, and then a boy that must have been my brother opened the door.

"Um... yes?" He asked. He didn't recognize me of course, we have only talked and never seen. "Cookies?" I asked. The gift was inside the bag of cookies, along with a note. "They're... um... free." I said. I sounded so stupid. He shrugged. "I'll be right back."

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I couldn't tell how far the address was from my house, so I called my friend, who was old enough to drive now. She agreed to take me. When we arrived, she stayed in the car as I got out and rang on the doorbell. I held a box of cookies to seem like a girl scout, but it was actually a gift. There was hurried footsteps inside the house, and then a boy that must have been my brother opened the door.

"Um... yes?" He asked. He didn't recognize me of course, we have only talked and never seen. "Cookies?" I asked. The gift was inside the bag of cookies, along with a note. "They're... um... free." I said. I sounded so stupid. He shrugged. "I'll be right back." He said, running inside and down the left hall.

I heard clickity-clackity sounds. It sounded like heels. I saw my mother stand in front of me. "Um...cookies?" I grinned sheepishly.

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I couldn't tell how far the address was from my house, so I called my friend, who was old enough to drive now. She agreed to take me. When we arrived, she stayed in the car as I got out and rang on the doorbell. I held a box of cookies to seem like a girl scout, but it was actually a gift. There was hurried footsteps inside the house, and then a boy that must have been my brother opened the door.

"Um... yes?" He asked. He didn't recognize me of course, we have only talked and never seen. "Cookies?" I asked. The gift was inside the bag of cookies, along with a note. "They're... um... free." I said. I sounded so stupid. He shrugged. "I'll be right back." He said, running inside and down the left hall.

I heard clickity-clackity sounds. It sounded like heels. I saw my mother stand in front of me. "Um...cookies?" I grinned sheepishly.
"How much are they?" she asked. She didn't recognize me either. I guess since I was only a baby when she left me.

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I couldn't tell how far the address was from my house, so I called my friend, who was old enough to drive now. She agreed to take me. When we arrived, she stayed in the car as I got out and rang on the doorbell. I held a box of cookies to seem like a girl scout, but it was actually a gift. There was hurried footsteps inside the house, and then a boy that must have been my brother opened the door.

"Um... yes?" He asked. He didn't recognize me of course, we have only talked and never seen. "Cookies?" I asked. The gift was inside the bag of cookies, along with a note. "They're... um... free." I said. I sounded so stupid. He shrugged. "I'll be right back." He said, running inside and down the left hall.

I heard clickity-clackity sounds. It sounded like heels. I saw my mother stand in front of me. "Um...cookies?" I grinned sheepishly.
"How much are they?" she asked. She didn't recognize me either. I guess since I was only a baby when she left me.
"They're free." I said.

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I couldn't tell how far the address was from my house, so I called my friend, who was old enough to drive now. She agreed to take me. When we arrived, she stayed in the car as I got out and rang on the doorbell. I held a box of cookies to seem like a girl scout, but it was actually a gift. There was hurried footsteps inside the house, and then a boy that must have been my brother opened the door.

"Um... yes?" He asked. He didn't recognize me of course, we have only talked and never seen. "Cookies?" I asked. The gift was inside the bag of cookies, along with a note. "They're... um... free." I said. I sounded so stupid. He shrugged. "I'll be right back." He said, running inside and down the left hall.

I heard clickity-clackity sounds. It sounded like heels. I saw my mother stand in front of me. "Um...cookies?" I grinned sheepishly.
"How much are they?" she asked. She didn't recognize me either. I guess since I was only a baby when she left me.
"They're free." I said. She smiled. "I love cookies!"

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I couldn't tell how far the address was from my house, so I called my friend, who was old enough to drive now. She agreed to take me. When we arrived, she stayed in the car as I got out and rang on the doorbell. I held a box of cookies to seem like a girl scout, but it was actually a gift. There was hurried footsteps inside the house, and then a boy that must have been my brother opened the door.

"Um... yes?" He asked. He didn't recognize me of course, we have only talked and never seen. "Cookies?" I asked. The gift was inside the bag of cookies, along with a note. "They're... um... free." I said. I sounded so stupid. He shrugged. "I'll be right back." He said, running inside and down the left hall.

I heard clickity-clackity sounds. It sounded like heels. I saw my mother stand in front of me. "Um...cookies?" I grinned sheepishly.
"How much are they?" she asked. She didn't recognize me either. I guess since I was only a baby when she left me.
"They're free." I said. She smiled. "I love cookies! Come on in!" She invited me in. She seemed so different from on the phone!

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I couldn't tell how far the address was from my house, so I called my friend, who was old enough to drive now. She agreed to take me. When we arrived, she stayed in the car as I got out and rang on the doorbell. I held a box of cookies to seem like a girl scout, but it was actually a gift. There was hurried footsteps inside the house, and then a boy that must have been my brother opened the door.

"Um... yes?" He asked. He didn't recognize me of course, we have only talked and never seen. "Cookies?" I asked. The gift was inside the bag of cookies, along with a note. "They're... um... free." I said. I sounded so stupid. He shrugged. "I'll be right back." He said, running inside and down the left hall.

I heard clickity-clackity sounds. It sounded like heels. I saw my mother stand in front of me. "Um...cookies?" I grinned sheepishly.
"How much are they?" she asked. She didn't recognize me either. I guess since I was only a baby when she left me.
"They're free." I said. She smiled. "I love cookies! Come on in!" She invited me in. She seemed so different from on the phone!
"I HAVE to pay you." she said. "No one's ever given free cookies before!"

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I couldn't tell how far the address was from my house, so I called my friend, who was old enough to drive now. She agreed to take me. When we arrived, she stayed in the car as I got out and rang on the doorbell. I held a box of cookies to seem like a girl scout, but it was actually a gift. There was hurried footsteps inside the house, and then a boy that must have been my brother opened the door.

"Um... yes?" He asked. He didn't recognize me of course, we have only talked and never seen. "Cookies?" I asked. The gift was inside the bag of cookies, along with a note. "They're... um... free." I said. I sounded so stupid. He shrugged. "I'll be right back." He said, running inside and down the left hall.

I heard clickity-clackity sounds. It sounded like heels. I saw my mother stand in front of me. "Um...cookies?" I grinned sheepishly.
"How much are they?" she asked. She didn't recognize me either. I guess since I was only a baby when she left me.
"They're free." I said. She smiled. "I love cookies! Come on in!" She invited me in. She seemed so different from on the phone!
"I HAVE to pay you." she said. "No one's ever given free cookies before!"
"No, no. It's fine." I responded. "We had some extra cookies."

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I couldn't tell how far the address was from my house, so I called my friend, who was old enough to drive now. She agreed to take me. When we arrived, she stayed in the car as I got out and rang on the doorbell. I held a box of cookies to seem like a girl scout, but it was actually a gift. There was hurried footsteps inside the house, and then a boy that must have been my brother opened the door.

"Um... yes?" He asked. He didn't recognize me of course, we have only talked and never seen. "Cookies?" I asked. The gift was inside the bag of cookies, along with a note. "They're... um... free." I said. I sounded so stupid. He shrugged. "I'll be right back." He said, running inside and down the left hall.

I heard clickity-clackity sounds. It sounded like heels. I saw my mother stand in front of me. "Um...cookies?" I grinned sheepishly.
"How much are they?" she asked. She didn't recognize me either. I guess since I was only a baby when she left me.
"They're free." I said. She smiled. "I love cookies! Come on in!" She invited me in. She seemed so different from on the phone!
"I HAVE to pay you." she said. "No one's ever given free cookies before!"
"No, no. It's fine." I responded. "We had some extra cookies." "Where do you live?" she asked.

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I couldn't tell how far the address was from my house, so I called my friend, who was old enough to drive now. She agreed to take me. When we arrived, she stayed in the car as I got out and rang on the doorbell. I held a box of cookies to seem like a girl scout, but it was actually a gift. There was hurried footsteps inside the house, and then a boy that must have been my brother opened the door.

"Um... yes?" He asked. He didn't recognize me of course, we have only talked and never seen. "Cookies?" I asked. The gift was inside the bag of cookies, along with a note. "They're... um... free." I said. I sounded so stupid. He shrugged. "I'll be right back." He said, running inside and down the left hall.

I heard clickity-clackity sounds. It sounded like heels. I saw my mother stand in front of me. "Um...cookies?" I grinned sheepishly.
"How much are they?" she asked. She didn't recognize me either. I guess since I was only a baby when she left me.
"They're free." I said. She smiled. "I love cookies! Come on in!" She invited me in. She seemed so different from on the phone!
"I HAVE to pay you." she said. "No one's ever given free cookies before!"
"No, no. It's fine." I responded. "We had some extra cookies."
"Where do you live?" she asked.
"123 Jursoha Street." I said.

(Fake address. Don't search it up. xD)

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I couldn't tell how far the address was from my house, so I called my friend, who was old enough to drive now. She agreed to take me. When we arrived, she stayed in the car as I got out and rang on the doorbell. I held a box of cookies to seem like a girl scout, but it was actually a gift. There was hurried footsteps inside the house, and then a boy that must have been my brother opened the door.

"Um... yes?" He asked. He didn't recognize me of course, we have only talked and never seen. "Cookies?" I asked. The gift was inside the bag of cookies, along with a note. "They're... um... free." I said. I sounded so stupid. He shrugged. "I'll be right back." He said, running inside and down the left hall.

I heard clickity-clackity sounds. It sounded like heels. I saw my mother stand in front of me. "Um...cookies?" I grinned sheepishly.
"How much are they?" she asked. She didn't recognize me either. I guess since I was only a baby when she left me.
"They're free." I said. She smiled. "I love cookies! Come on in!" She invited me in. She seemed so different from on the phone!
"I HAVE to pay you." she said. "No one's ever given free cookies before!"
"No, no. It's fine." I responded. "We had some extra cookies."
"Where do you live?" she asked.
"123 Jursoha Street." I said.
"Do you live in the street near the edge of town?"

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I couldn't tell how far the address was from my house, so I called my friend, who was old enough to drive now. She agreed to take me. When we arrived, she stayed in the car as I got out and rang on the doorbell. I held a box of cookies to seem like a girl scout, but it was actually a gift. There was hurried footsteps inside the house, and then a boy that must have been my brother opened the door.

"Um... yes?" He asked. He didn't recognize me of course, we have only talked and never seen. "Cookies?" I asked. The gift was inside the bag of cookies, along with a note. "They're... um... free." I said. I sounded so stupid. He shrugged. "I'll be right back." He said, running inside and down the left hall.

I heard clickity-clackity sounds. It sounded like heels. I saw my mother stand in front of me. "Um...cookies?" I grinned sheepishly.
"How much are they?" she asked. She didn't recognize me either. I guess since I was only a baby when she left me.
"They're free." I said. She smiled. "I love cookies! Come on in!" She invited me in. She seemed so different from on the phone!
"I HAVE to pay you." she said. "No one's ever given free cookies before!"
"No, no. It's fine." I responded. "We had some extra cookies."
"Where do you live?" she asked.
"123 Jursoha Street." I said.
"Do you live in the street near the edge of town?"
"Yes." I responded.

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I couldn't tell how far the address was from my house, so I called my friend, who was old enough to drive now. She agreed to take me. When we arrived, she stayed in the car as I got out and rang on the doorbell. I held a box of cookies to seem like a girl scout, but it was actually a gift. There was hurried footsteps inside the house, and then a boy that must have been my brother opened the door.

"Um... yes?" He asked. He didn't recognize me of course, we have only talked and never seen. "Cookies?" I asked. The gift was inside the bag of cookies, along with a note. "They're... um... free." I said. I sounded so stupid. He shrugged. "I'll be right back." He said, running inside and down the left hall.

I heard clickity-clackity sounds. It sounded like heels. I saw my mother stand in front of me. "Um...cookies?" I grinned sheepishly.
"How much are they?" she asked. She didn't recognize me either. I guess since I was only a baby when she left me.
"They're free." I said. She smiled. "I love cookies! Come on in!" She invited me in. She seemed so different from on the phone!
"I HAVE to pay you." she said. "No one's ever given free cookies before!"
"No, no. It's fine." I responded. "We had some extra cookies."
"Where do you live?" she asked.
"123 Jursoha Street." I said.
"Do you live in the street near the edge of town?"
"Yes." I responded.
"Do you know Sally?" she asked.

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I couldn't tell how far the address was from my house, so I called my friend, who was old enough to drive now. She agreed to take me. When we arrived, she stayed in the car as I got out and rang on the doorbell. I held a box of cookies to seem like a girl scout, but it was actually a gift. There was hurried footsteps inside the house, and then a boy that must have been my brother opened the door.

"Um... yes?" He asked. He didn't recognize me of course, we have only talked and never seen. "Cookies?" I asked. The gift was inside the bag of cookies, along with a note. "They're... um... free." I said. I sounded so stupid. He shrugged. "I'll be right back." He said, running inside and down the left hall.

I heard clickity-clackity sounds. It sounded like heels. I saw my mother stand in front of me. "Um...cookies?" I grinned sheepishly.
"How much are they?" she asked. She didn't recognize me either. I guess since I was only a baby when she left me.
"They're free." I said. She smiled. "I love cookies! Come on in!" She invited me in. She seemed so different from on the phone!
"I HAVE to pay you." she said. "No one's ever given free cookies before!"
"No, no. It's fine." I responded. "We had some extra cookies."
"Where do you live?" she asked.
"123 Jursoha Street." I said.
"Do you live in the street near the edge of town?"
"Yes." I responded.
"Do you know Sally?" she asked.
"Sally?" I asked. "I don't think so."

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I couldn't tell how far the address was from my house, so I called my friend, who was old enough to drive now. She agreed to take me. When we arrived, she stayed in the car as I got out and rang on the doorbell. I held a box of cookies to seem like a girl scout, but it was actually a gift. There was hurried footsteps inside the house, and then a boy that must have been my brother opened the door.

"Um... yes?" He asked. He didn't recognize me of course, we have only talked and never seen. "Cookies?" I asked. The gift was inside the bag of cookies, along with a note. "They're... um... free." I said. I sounded so stupid. He shrugged. "I'll be right back." He said, running inside and down the left hall.

I heard clickity-clackity sounds. It sounded like heels. I saw my mother stand in front of me. "Um...cookies?" I grinned sheepishly.
"How much are they?" she asked. She didn't recognize me either. I guess since I was only a baby when she left me.
"They're free." I said. She smiled. "I love cookies! Come on in!" She invited me in. She seemed so different from on the phone!
"I HAVE to pay you." she said. "No one's ever given free cookies before!"
"No, no. It's fine." I responded. "We had some extra cookies."
"Where do you live?" she asked.
"123 Jursoha Street." I said.
"Do you live in the street near the edge of town?"
"Yes." I responded.
"Do you know Sally?" she asked.
"Sally?" I asked. "I don't think so."
"Doesn't she live next to you?" she said.

I never knew my parents. My brother said they were disgusted by me when we talked over the phone. He wouldn't let me talk to my real mom and dad. My foster parents never told me much about them either. So one night, I decided to try to find out. I called my brother's phone, which was my biological parents' phone, to see if they'd pick up. The phone rang... The phone rang again... and then I heard the answering machine. "Hello, you have reached 123-456-7890. Please leave a message after the beep." Uugh! I slammed the phone down and picked it up again, dialing 123-456-7890. There was an answering message again. What could I do? I decided to leave a message.

"Mom? Dad? It's me, your daughter. Can you call me back? I want to talk to you." Beep, I hung up. The next day, my brother called me. "Did you leave a message for mom and dad?" "Yeah..." I responded nervously. "They're not going to talk to you." he said with a sigh. "They just don't like you." He didn't sound angry, he sounded... sympathetic.
"But... I want to talk to them!" I said. "Put them on the phone, say I'm someone else, pleaase!"

"Alright." he said. He got off the phone. "Mom! Dad! Someone for you!"
"Who is it!?" they responded.
"I'm not sure if it's one of those spam guys that call you or not. They're asking for you though!" he shouted back.
I could hear stomping and the phone was being fumbled around. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" Asked my mother in a sweet voice.
"Mom?" I said in hopes she would realize it was me.
After a whole minute of silence, I heard the phone drop and yelling from my mother.

That was when I decided. Never, shall I call them. They were horrible. I felt a bit sorry for my brother. However, I was still insanely curious. Why did they keep my brother, but give away me? Maybe they wanted only a son? I didn't know. I wanted to know. I asked my foster mother again, but she wouldn't answer. "Moom! Pleease?" I begged.

"Sweetie, you don't want to know. There are reasons why she kept your brother and gave away you. Good reasons." said my foster mother.

"Tell me!" I said. "I can take it!"

"She cared too much for you so she gave you away so you wouldn't get hurt." She told me. I was shocked. No way.

"Well, why would I get hurt?" I asked her persistently. But she refused to tell me any more information. That was when I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tried to call them again.

But this time no one picked up, not even my brother. I tried to find out where the address was by using the yellow pages. I knew the area code of the number was 858, where I lived. Aha! There! I spotted the address inside the book.

I couldn't tell how far the address was from my house, so I called my friend, who was old enough to drive now. She agreed to take me. When we arrived, she stayed in the car as I got out and rang on the doorbell. I held a box of cookies to seem like a girl scout, but it was actually a gift. There was hurried footsteps inside the house, and then a boy that must have been my brother opened the door.

"Um... yes?" He asked. He didn't recognize me of course, we have only talked and never seen. "Cookies?" I asked. The gift was inside the bag of cookies, along with a note. "They're... um... free." I said. I sounded so stupid. He shrugged. "I'll be right back." He said, running inside and down the left hall.

I heard clickity-clackity sounds. It sounded like heels. I saw my mother stand in front of me. "Um...cookies?" I grinned sheepishly.
"How much are they?" she asked. She didn't recognize me either. I guess since I was only a baby when she left me.
"They're free." I said. She smiled. "I love cookies! Come on in!" She invited me in. She seemed so different from on the phone!
"I HAVE to pay you." she said. "No one's ever given free cookies before!"
"No, no. It's fine." I responded. "We had some extra cookies."
"Where do you live?" she asked.
"123 Jursoha Street." I said.
"Do you live in the street near the edge of town?"
"Yes." I responded.
"Do you know Sally?" she asked.
"Sally?" I asked. "I don't think so."
"Doesn't she live next to you?" she said.
"I don't know." I said, embarrassed. "I don't talk often with neighbors."