My favorite place to read was on a stone wall across the street from the foster home. I loved the sound of the wind rustling through the large oak, the smell of freshly cut grass, the cacophony of birds that twittered as they flew by the bumblebees that hovered by my head before moving on to more interesting things. This was my sanctuary, the place where I felt the most alive – and the safest.
3. A Shield of Protection»