My Monster
Dad says, and we oblige.
The garden looks like something out of a dream. Fairy lights are strung between the trees, glowing as dusk settles in. Laughter drifts through the air. Tyler is arguing with Bellamy over who burned the burgers, Cora and Jaz are standing barefoot on the grass with wine glasses in hand, my foster dad pretending not to wipe his eyes every five minutes.
Azren is running in wild circles with a cupcake in one hand, his mouth covered in frosting.
I'm standing near the old oak tree, my heels kicked off, a light pink dress hugging my curves.