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I never knew my parents.

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.

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 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.

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. [b]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."

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.

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 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.

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?"

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.

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.

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!"

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!"

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 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 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.

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.

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.

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 daughter?

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 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.

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.

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.

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

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.