Chapter One: A True Story

Helga was sitting in an old wooden chair in a nearby foster home. Her heart reached out to the young children that were here. She knew what it was like to live without your parents. Her parents had never cared for her; she knew they were lonely, and knew loneliness was not a pleasant feeling.

She was at the foster home to tell the children a story; she had been coming in once a week for a month and had already run out of stories to tell. For a moment that morning, Helga had thought about not coming, but decided the children need her too much. So, here she was, getting ready to tell a story that she hadn't planned yet. Oh, well, the children would inspire her.

"Children," Helga began in order to get their undivided attention, "what would you like to hear today?"

Only one child answered, saying, "Can't you tell us what your life was like? I never knew my parents. Tell us about how you lived when you were a little girl."

Helga was thinking quickly, what could she possibly tell them about? It had to be a short story, one that wouldn't exceed the fifteen minutes she had left. It had to be simple so that the youngest, three year olds, could understand, yet have a deeper meaning so that the oldest, fifteen year olds, wouldn't be bored. So, remembering the perfect memory to tell them, she began her story..... block ,br ,u ,b ,i ,hr .center ,p ,dl ,dd ,dt ,pre