Girl Fight

Date: 10/13/2017

I was back at my foster, and I picked a fight with the woman's daughter, who was pregnant. So bad I got her to leave crying her frustration. I don't remember why or how it happened, but I surely remember the sweet feeling of satisfaction it left me. Only now the daughter had said the woman had to choose between I and her. Of course, I was already packing when the woman came to tell me, but she was never mean, rude nor anything else. Perhaps she was deceived a bit, but no more no less. I don't know why it touched me so much, but it did.