CHAPTER 19
I sometimes wonder how Sandy did it. Took in so many of us foster kids, I mean. You’ve already heard what kind of person she is, how she’s just so good and strong and loving. I don’t think she yelled at me once the whole time I lived with her. Sure, there were the regular things, like I had to clean up my room or I couldn’t go out paintballing with the youth group, and I got grounded a couple times for talking back, but if those things got her angry at me, it never showed.
It’s funny, because I thought that in order to punish somebody you had to be mad at them. It sort of makes sense when you think about it, right? But Sandy punished me all the time, usually just for little slip-ups. Like if I didn’t finish my homework on time I couldn’t watch TV on the weekend. That kind of t
