They were going to be my salvation.

I gave them everything the day the Donovan’s took me in.
They saved me from my foster house.
A place where cruelty was the only thing I was given.

Samuel, my new big brother, became my sanctuary.
He was the best brother I could have ever asked for, but he wasn’t just that, he was my hero.

I let the town of Everton become my home.
Something I had never had before.
I took on their customs, their mannerisms and I prayed to the Divine as they welcomed me into their community and taught me their ways.

I was going to be the best daughter and sister they could have asked for.

He was going to be my salvation.

So why does this feel like damnation?