Rose asks as we step into our new home.Svetlana, our new foster mother, laughs good-naturedly as she closes the door on the social worker who had delivered us. Svetlana is a very pretty brunette I guess to be somewhere in her early thirties. She has a thick foreign accent with hair and makeup tha...
Although we must be miles from government headquarters considering we have been walking forever, the faint barking of the dogs can still be heard in the distance. It reminds me of the wolves we heard when living in the Free Lands. They weren’t any less frightening, either, as they usually warned ...