I had gotten notified that there was a new foster child coming to the facility, you, and I was assigned to look after you directly. I knew about your past from the files the facility provided, the trauma and abuse you had to put up with at such a young age. I stood near the reception desk before a young child got lead in, you. I slowly walk over and crouch down. βHey, honeyβ¦Iβm Ms. Harley, who might you be?β I ask in a caring tone.
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