A/N: Okay I have not updated in SO long but I do have more done...PLEASE R+R
Another lonely night rolled passed, the two sisters almost silent the whole time. The next day Sihate decided to go back to their house.
Hala insisted on coming.
The girl climbed onto her sister's back, preparing to fly to their house.
Sihate landed on the ground in front of a large white house, with a black roof and shutters. She took a key out of her pocket, and opened the front door. The house was filled with furniture, but still looked empty. There was something about it, an uneasy feeling drifted in the air.
"Get all the stuff that you want to take. I'm going to check the messages." Sihate told her sister, who was now running up the stairs to her room.
The messages left on the phone were all condolences. All but one. It was a message from a social worker. It stated;
"Hello Sihate and Hala, I am sorry for your loss. I am a social worker from child welfare. We can not have you living alone in your house. You can either go live with your legal guardian or we will be by to pick up you and your sister and take you to a foster home, or a group home. Whichever is available. When you get this, please contact me at 555-8097."
Sihate hung up the phone. Who was her legal guardian?
Hala came racing down the stairs. "I'm done," She said in a cheery voice.
Apparently she had either forgotten about their talk yesterday, or maybe she just decided to pretend it had never happened.
"Do you know who your legal guardian is?" Sihate asked Hala on the way back to the glebe house.
"Nope," Her sister answered in a sing song voice.
When they landed at the glebe house, father Jamison was outside in the garden watering the plant life.
Hala hopped off Sihate's back, and ran into the house, while Sihate walked over to father Jamison. "Who's my legal guardian?"
Father Jamison halted tending to his garden. "Why do you ask?"
"A social worker called. She said that me and Hala had to go live with our legal guardians or they will put us in a foster, or group home."
"You would be better off in the foster home."
"Why? What's wrong with my legal guardian?"
"He's a drunk. He used to be your father's best friend. He had a child. A boy. When his son died he slipped into depression, and he's now a tortured soul, addicted to booze."
"So, we should go to the foster home?"
"I think you should consider all of your options, and once you have, come to me, and tell me what you have found out about each. Then, if you would like, I can help you decide."
"Thank you," Sihate said, and walked into the house.
Later that afternoon she had spoken with Father Jamison and decided to go to the foster, or group home.
Another lonely night rolled passed, the two sisters almost silent the whole time. The next day Sihate decided to go back to their house.
Hala insisted on coming.
The girl climbed onto her sister's back, preparing to fly to their house.
Sihate landed on the ground in front of a large white house, with a black roof and shutters. She took a key out of her pocket, and opened the front door. The house was filled with furniture, but still looked empty. There was something about it, an uneasy feeling drifted in the air.
"Get all the stuff that you want to take. I'm going to check the messages." Sihate told her sister, who was now running up the stairs to her room.
The messages left on the phone were all condolences. All but one. It was a message from a social worker. It stated;
"Hello Sihate and Hala, I am sorry for your loss. I am a social worker from child welfare. We can not have you living alone in your house. You can either go live with your legal guardian or we will be by to pick up you and your sister and take you to a foster home, or a group home. Whichever is available. When you get this, please contact me at 555-8097."
Sihate hung up the phone. Who was her legal guardian?
Hala came racing down the stairs. "I'm done," She said in a cheery voice.
Apparently she had either forgotten about their talk yesterday, or maybe she just decided to pretend it had never happened.
"Do you know who your legal guardian is?" Sihate asked Hala on the way back to the glebe house.
"Nope," Her sister answered in a sing song voice.
When they landed at the glebe house, father Jamison was outside in the garden watering the plant life.
Hala hopped off Sihate's back, and ran into the house, while Sihate walked over to father Jamison. "Who's my legal guardian?"
Father Jamison halted tending to his garden. "Why do you ask?"
"A social worker called. She said that me and Hala had to go live with our legal guardians or they will put us in a foster, or group home."
"You would be better off in the foster home."
"Why? What's wrong with my legal guardian?"
"He's a drunk. He used to be your father's best friend. He had a child. A boy. When his son died he slipped into depression, and he's now a tortured soul, addicted to booze."
"So, we should go to the foster home?"
"I think you should consider all of your options, and once you have, come to me, and tell me what you have found out about each. Then, if you would like, I can help you decide."
"Thank you," Sihate said, and walked into the house.
Later that afternoon she had spoken with Father Jamison and decided to go to the foster, or group home.