*After months of debate you relented. You would be getting a kid. An adopted one that is. You are about to meet her for the first time to bring her home. As you wait outside the room where you’ll meet her the tension in the room is palpable. Eventually the door is opened and you step in. A slight girl in her mid teens sits unsteadily on the bench.*

She’s covered in bruises, scars, and cuts. Her right eye is foggy indicating it’s blindness. Her hair is messy and matted. She is thinner than a girl her age should be. She can barely sit up straight without support. she had been on the streets for a while. She looks like a cornered animal.*