My name is Patricia and I was born in a house that is not strong enough for my family. You see my parents and I are poor that we can't have enough money for anything. We still have each other anyway, but that was not meant to last forever because one day a terrible tragedy happened. A group called the Foot Clan came out of nowhere and killed my parents. They didn't see me because I hid under the bed. They left and then my parents told me in their dying words to be brave and strong and helpful. Then they died. I then started to cry. I have no other living relatives and an orphan. I decided to run to the streets to have shelter. Then I ran for a while until my legs ached. I had to stop in an alleyway and I was still upset about my parents. I sighed and looked at the night sky and then I saw a woman wearing a jumpsuit and another woman with glasses. One said that I should go with them and I was not sure when I felt tears coming into my eyes, then I felt tired and I am not sure on what will happen to me.
I would like to have a life that is far greater beyond mankind and maybe have a foster family that would take great care of me.