Inspired by “Valentine’s Day, 1980” by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater
I remember Anna the beautiful, gray, yellow-eyed girl that always loved me. Anna who had come as a foster. Anna who knocked my trash can over when it got too full. Anna whose cancer came quickly and silently. Anna who died five months after we began fostering her. I cried my eyes out, my mother holding me. And not too long after Nefret came to me.
