Foster care 2 – Girls day out – spa day

I can not remember a time where my biological mother was not using one drug or another. I remember being hungry a lot and learning how to get food from school and other kids and neighbors and even the trash sometimes. Sometimes I think I was more the adult then she was because not only did I manage food for myself but I usually managed to make sure she ate something too. I think part of this is why I was always very small for my age compared to other girls my own age. I first went to foster care after my first grade teacher got me to admit that I hadn’t eaten at home in two days.

But it doesn’t take a kid long to figure out that the grass is certainly not greener. I think most people would think that being in a home with other children is a good thing. But let me tell you, especially if the kids are their own birth children it can be a nightmare. You as the foster kid are always the one who gets the blame and the punishment. Now foster parents do know that they can not leave a mark on you, but it doesn’t take them long to find punishment that hurts but doesn’t leave marks. And the system is very crazy. Their goal is to get you back into your parents care. So my mom would be sent to rehab to try to get clean. Shortly after release I would be back in her custody. She would always then promise to stay clean. Well that always lasted a matter of months and sometimes weeks. Soon she was again using and I was taking care of us. Of course I then learned to keep my mouth shut and it took something bad happening to land me back in foster care. Back into the system, back to another home.

So with all this in mind, you hopefully see why I was stunned to get so much attention in my new foster home from my new foster parents. After several days of so much attention, getting to pick out everything in my new room, getting brand new clothing and breakfast lunch and dinner with both parents I thought I was in paradise. Then one night as we shared the same bed my foster parents have sex. The next day my foster mother gets me to agree to do the same thing with my new foster father. It turns out to be the most painful thing I have ever experienced, yet I receive such love and attention for accepting it. And it didn’t take long till I again felt like a princess.

After soaking in the tub, then getting a few more hours of sleep I woke up to the smell of breakfast cooking. Both my parents were all smiles and affectionate to me. I still felt like something had hit me very hard between my legs and inside my tummy. But they were both acting like nothing had happened and nothing had changed. My foster dad fixed French toast for breakfast and it was my first time to eat this. I LOVE French toast. It tasted so, so good, I almost forgot the ache down below. While eating my foster mom told me that we were going to have a very special day today, a girls day out. I had no idea what that meant but after breakfast and taking a shower I soon found out.

So foster mom and I loaded into her car and headed out to a very nice part of town. She took my hand and lead me into a very big beautiful home. Once there we were met by a very pretty Asian lady with jet black hair neatly put up in a bun. She led mother and I into a changing room where we had a white robe and slippers waiting. She told us both to change and stepped out of the room. I left my panties on with the pad my mother had given me after my bath as I was still bleeding from the nights activities. The Asian lady then again came and escorted us to another room with two large recliners and foot tubs and bowls by each hand. There were three other exotic looking ladies there, and after we sat in our recliners, they placed our feet into the tub and our hands into bowls of liquid.