The Forgotten

My name is Mina, I lost memory two year ago and was put in foster care. All I knew was my name and my age nothing else. There was no recorder my birth was found and no stated to know me. My foster mom name is Emma Marklin, she’s okay but I would rather find my real family and be with them.

Emma and I live in a two story building in Massachusetts near a lake and the forests. The town is about 4 miles away.
Emma was short and was pregnant. She had light blonde hair that she cut herself so it would stop at his chin. Her eyes are big and baby blue and her skin soft and tan. I on the other hand have long black, my eyes are a dark blue almost a black and my skin very pale. I’m a couple inches taller and a lot of skinny then Emma.

“Oh God Mina, you haven’t changed at all since I first brought you here to live with me.” Emma complied

I growled and looked down at my bowl of cereal. She was right though, I still look the same. I haven’t gained or lost any weight, I’m still the same height and my breasts are still a B cup.

“SO Mina baby, I was thinking maybe I could adopt you. Then you really would be a part of the baby’s and my life.” Emma smiled

I looked up, she wanted to adopt me. If Emma adopted me then I wouldn’t have to worry about the Fostor Care telling me I couldn’t find my family……