The moment her foster parents stepped out Amanda almost didn't
recognize them. The most striking is how they were dressed.
She was sent to their home as an emergency placement at first. The
social worker told her that they were really conservative Christians and she
didn't have to stay there. The social worker never said anything outright, but
Amanda had a sense of disdain and contempt.
Her foster mother was always dressed in long neutral-colored
dresses and a head-covering which usually consists of a doily or handkerchief.
Not to mention, her foster father was always downcast, seemingly
burdened with the weight of the world. He always wore slacks and a button up
shirt, even when he was splitting firewood for the winter. They refused to have
any other form of heat since it may allow them to become lazy.
They were friendly enough, though their smiles seemed forced. As
time passed, Amanda had come to realize that her foster parents didn't deserve
criticism. They did that enough themselves. Her foster mother was constantly
criticizing herself and her husband, but never to her face. He was passive
aggressive and would occasionally insert a cutting remark under his breath.
However, Amanda have heard him cut himself down even worse when he thought no
one was listening.
hated themselves and they hated their lives.
Now, she seemed lighter on her feet as she embraced Amanda. He
stood aside beaming.
“Wow,” Amanda said finally after introducing Trisha, “You seem
well, mom and dad.”
“Well, there has been a few changes here,” her mother said, “Why
don't you two come inside. Dad and I had just finished making an apple
“Oh,” Trisha said, “I'm Gluten free.”
“Since when?” Amanda scoffed.
“Since last week!” Trisha sounded indignant.
Amanda was about to respond but mom stopped her. “Oh, it's okay,”
She said, “We are too. It's oatmeal and almond flour.”
“Oh good,” Trisha who sounded a little too happy to still be able
to have her sweets.
Amanda sighed and followed her foster parents in, Trisha followed
“You should be gluten free, too,” she hissed at Amanda's back.
Amanda chose to ignore it for now, thinking that the sugar in the cobbler
probably isn't any better. She heard Trisha hesitate behind her, causing Amanda
glance back to see Trisha looking thoughtfully at her.