Pebble in the Water
“What’s in my file?”
“Well, it says here that your name is Emma Donovan, and you’re thirteen. That’s about all I know about you. I also understand you’re a foster child.”
I hated the term ‘foster child’. I was a kid, living with people other than my parents. That didn’t, in my mind, make me any more different than people that have a goat for a pet.
"So Emma, tell me why you ran away.”
I considered your question for a while.
"Hey, Emma?"
Oh yes, your question.
“Well, it says here that your name is Emma Donovan, and you’re thirteen. That’s about all I know about you. I also understand you’re a foster child.”
I hated the term ‘foster child’. I was a kid, living with people other than my parents. That didn’t, in my mind, make me any more different than people that have a goat for a pet.
"So Emma, tell me why you ran away.”
I considered your question for a while.
"Hey, Emma?"
Oh yes, your question.