The little bed that sat on its old creaky legs looked more like home than any ware Siena was going next. Her house was now shadows and the shadows were a symbol of how she used to live, in fear. She used to live ware her fear was only a motivation to hurt her more. They were cruel to her. But that was all in memories and dreams. This was one of many. She sat on her bed still and quiet wishing for all the noise to fall out of the world. But that was back then. She had a new family, a family that loved her. She could walk about whenever she would like, without fear of being screamed at or hit. She could speak her mind with no consequences. She mainly preferred to keep to herself, being forced to be silent for years had made her quiet. But it had not made her weak. It had made Siena stronger. Her fear was the one thing that kept her alive, it kept her strong. She was surprised she survived with measly scars. She had grown up without love but that’s why she cherished this family, she cherished there love. And they shared so much with her. The ghosts of her past still haunt her, but she’s learned to push them away and say “I’m stronger I’m better, and I am loved”. Siena was loved now, until the next family would come maybe that would be her permanent home but she loved this one and she hoped they would follow threw, but she wouldn’t hold anything against them if they didn’t she was just happy to be here and loved!