"Here, honey, you said that you're a size 2, right?" said Eliza, walking in holding Angie and Noah, my youngest foster siblings, while Anthony trailed alongside her. Julie followed, carrying four large bags.
"Wow, what's going on?" I asked. Eliza never went shopping. Like, ever. And here, it looked like she had bought half of Kohls.
"Well," Eliza said, putting the two babies in a playpen. Small wrinkles were now visible in her cheeks from all the stress she had to put up with between us. My stomach twisted. Maybe there was something she could do about it. I made a mental note to get her some cream the next time I went to the mall.
Suddenly, she swept me into a hug. "I'm just so proud of you," she said, smiling down at me. It was incredible. No matter how wrinkled she was, Eliza still m
