worried

worried

I am tring to behave as a proper lady should and watch my foster mothers son while she packs things into brown boxes. They can't take us with them and I am worried that we might be living on the streets again. My foster parents tell us everything will be okay but I've been betrayed before. I don't understand why they can't keep us. I've been a princess and haven't hopped the fence in weeks. I will just lay down and give them the pout and eyes. The pout and eyes are a ladys ultimate weapon.