Foster Sisters Novels & Stories

Patricia said without looking away. Lidya immediately approached her and hugged her sadly. "You are still our daughter, Patricia," Lidya said once again. "Mom, there can't be two daughters in this house. I'm a nobody anyway." "Don't be like that. If you leave, then Mommy Doesn't want to live anymore." Audrey's heart shook when Lidya said that to Patricia. She had never felt such love from anyone else for her. Even her foster mother had always treated her harshly. So now when she knew who her biological parents were and hoped to get affection, again Audrey had to swallow a bitter pill. Her life was not destined for happiness.

Mia asked. Doris looked at me like she wasn’t sure what to say or if it would be okay to continue. I hadn’t told Mia anything about Cathy’s parents, so I nodded at Doris that it would be okay to explain. "Foster is when someone takes care of a kid after their parents die or go away," Doris said. "Like Uncle Nathan?" Mia asked. "Because you were gone, and Daddy’s always away?" My heart cracked. "I’m not always away," I said sharply.

But we were separated to different foster homes because I was too young to raise my siblings, and Effie couldn't live with our aunt in the Philippines because of her tantrums. I lived with a lovely old couple, John and Addy Ferguson. They are around their seventies, and their children already have their own life. They feel lonely sometimes. So when social services planted me in Ferguson's home, they welcomed me with open arms. I was skeptical at first because the Fergusons are strangers to me, and I learned from too many dramas that living in foster homes can be scary. They tried to open up to me by being kind and gentle, but I still didn't trust them. Over sometimes, while doubting they wer

The words tore from my throat in a plea for him to take them back. William said nothing. He just stared at me. I dragged my eyes back to the file, my fingers feeling detached from my body as I tore at the pages. The scraped sound of paper echoed around us until I landed on an official document. The header stamped in black ink read: Foster Records at St. Mary’s Home. My eyes moved down to the typed letters declaring that Sarah Wyattson had been surrendered at age fourteen and assigned to guardians, listing a sixteen-year-old Josephine Wyattson as her official foster sister.

he protested, his voice rising in panic. "Actually, Officer, they would have been separated regardless of which hospital they went to," Michelle stated with cold, bureaucratic detachment, pulling out a clipboard. "It is incredibly difficult to place siblings. Most emergency foster parents will only take one baby at a time - especially newborns requiring round-the-clock care. The sad reality of the system is that they'll probably never even know the other one exists." "Bosley," the captain's voice cut through the room like a whip. "Don't get attached. Push your personal feelings aside and let this lady do her job. It is entirely out of our hands."

And those people, the Beech family, were the monsters. Justin and Lela Beech were the kind of foster parents that people make horror movies about. You know the psychological horror where the villains hide in plain sight and no one ever suspects them. The kind of horror movie that either ends with a survivor making it out and stopping them, or that ends with no survivor to tell the truth. They collected foster kids like Pokémon cards. And honestly, it’s not a far-off comparison as they used us for their own ends.

The mere mention of his sister was enough to stir a rare wave of emotion within him. “Master Fox, I discovered that twenty years ago, the baby girl that the Fox family smuggled out ended up in an orphanage on the outskirts of Grayvale. Around five years later, the orphanage shut down, and all the children were relocated. The girl was reportedly adopted by a couple who took her out of Honora. Unfortunately, her whereabouts now remain unclear,” Zion said in a steady voice. Dustin’s brows relaxed slightly. Learning that his sister might still be alive filled him with a surge of hope and excitement.

“For what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re here, Luce.” “Me too,” Lucy breathed. Lucy had it rough. During Ruby’s time at the academy. She had gotten to know Lucy a lot. They arrived around the same time and after they were tested separately for a week and placed in their dorm as roommates, they became fast friends. Lucy grew up as an orphan and she was thrown into foster care after foster care. When she turned 9, she was put in the last foster home she could remember. Her foster mother had no business being a foster mom and was incredibly abusive, the same with her husband, Lucy’s foster father. They were heartless individuals who only wanted Lucy for the foster system’s money.

They’d both been in foster care, but Leena was lucky and taken in by a wonderful foster mother, Nancy. Lacee wasn’t as lucky. She was older than Leena, and it was harder to place kids her age. They were separated for a few years. Nancy tried to take them both, but she only had room for one at the time. By the time Nancy had an opening for another foster child, Lacee had been in four different homes and then a home for girls. She came to live with them, but she struggled more. The girl was angry and always in trouble.

~ Memories~ It was the first year of high school, I got a new foster family. In the beginning, I was distanced, most caregivers take children just to get paid and they never cared about the children. Bill and Georgia were different, they were an old married couple. They had three children, but they all moved out and after settling out of the state they rarely came to visit. They wanted to take care of the child and give them a love that they could not give to their grandchildren who were too far away.