CHAPTER 32

I was really moved by her answer. I was expecting her to say something like she wanted to be rich or a model or something in that fashion, but here she was talking about the lives of innocent children and how she wanted to better them. She wasn't just amazing, she was extraordinary. I wasn't falling anymore. I was in love with her. 'Emma, I'm not putting you on the spot, but what was it like growing up in a foster home?' She heaved a sigh and I saw the tears, which made her eyes twinkled. 'I grew up in twelve different foster homes, including group homes. It was a nightmare, honestly. I was belittled by the bigger kids and physically abused by the adults. I would be beaten badly if I didn't finish my chores on time, and I had a lot to do. 'My weekends were spent doing housework while the other kids played outside. I believed I was treated differently because of the color of my skin, so I hated myself and cursed my parents. 'I had it rough— terrible and unhappy. I don't like talkin