Lira had dreams of what she had been told. Had she really been told the truth? About her mother leaving her? And her father going missing? Never mind about her little brother falling into the brooke--and drowning. Whocould be sure that it had all happened? Who could be sure?
The sun was shining that morning, and the room looked sweet, almost kind as Lira woke up. She stretched her arms as she got out of her twin sized bed. Lira pulled on her grey dress and grabed her brush. As she tripped down the stairs, she brushed her long brown hair. She walked into the light yellow kitchen, and sat down at the table, with pancakes awaiting her.
"Well, look who's up! Lira dear, how are you feeling?" Tasha Durington, Lira's foster mother said happily, smiling bright.
"Good, thank you. And thank you so much for these pankcakes, Tasha!" Lira stuffed the pancakes in her mouth.
"3 things Lira. 1, your welcome. 2, call me mom! 3...I....hope you like the pancakes...?" The two of them laughed in symphony as Tasha tied Lira's pink bow in place on her head.
Lira gathered her school bags and ran out the front door. She saw the kids on the bus point and laugh at her as she walked to the bus.
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