Choose Your Own Family
"Come on, let's have a drink, just the two of us!"
My foster mother finally let go of me, turning to Solomon with a scolding look. "All you think about is drinking! Our son just got home, and you're pouring yourself a glass? Thomas, stop him! Your old man's got high blood pressure; he should cut back on drinking!"
Listening to my foster mother's chattering, I felt an overwhelming sense of warmth.
This was my home. These were my real family.
Before long, I heard that the Sullivans had gone bankrupt, and Giselle had disappeared with Kevin's last bit of money.