My Foster sister
My parents fostered a child, “Amy”, when I was 11. When she moved in I made my best effort to become friends with her. We talked alot and became good friends doing everything together. She took some flack from some neighborhood boys teasing about her being orphaned and being a foster child. I stood up for her and got into a fight with the two kids. I told them if I ever heard about them talking bad about her again I was going to do worse to them. All of a sudden I was her hero now. One morning my parents left to go shopping. I heard her in her bedroom moaning. I opened the door and she quickly pulled the covers over her. “What are you doing? I heard noises and came to see …