Heather's POV:
"Mom, we're having an art festival at school next week, will you and Dad come? I have a very important competition." I looked at my foster mother who was wiping down the seats.
Even though I've been disappointed in them, I still hope to get their support and there will be many parents there to watch their children's games that day.
"Heather, don't you forget that our doors sent you to school to find a rich man, not to enjoy campus life. If you still can't find a rich man, I'll have to sell you to Principal Smith." My foster mother slammed the rag in her hand right into the bucket of water in front of me, splashing the dirty gray and black water in my face.
I was so frightened that I sat down on the floor, and my foster mother looked down at me without changing her expres
