She was a strict disciplinarian, but never crossed the line and for a majority of the time, she treated us with love and respect. We were clothed, fed... taken to school, and enjoyed occasional vacations.I never could recall what happened to my parents or how I became a foster daughter to Mother. While I couldn’t remember the start, there are a few things I remember quite vividly from my experience with Mother, particularly from my rebellious phase when I was seventeen.“Did you hear me girl?”. "I don't know what it is, buttrust me something tells me its only a matter or time before it gets here."Janet felt uncontrollable sadness it was if the light and joy in the worldwere stolen from her. She felt terror and panic and the only thing keepingher from slipping further into the void was Adams hands on her arms.That's when it appeared, a glimmer of hope. A door appeared a few feetaway. It was warm and inviting. The air around it hummed in a welcomingmanner. "Take the door Janet, it goes. More

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