3 UPDATES: Foster Parents Boast About Raising me & Making me a 'Rich Doctor' During a Family Dinner

3 UPDATES: Foster Parents Boast About Raising me & Making me a 'Rich Doctor' During a Family Dinner...But Then I Take Over & Told The Guests About How They Made my Life a Living Hell… Oh Boy

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My parents were both killed in a hit-and-run car accident when I was just ten years old. My dad was at the time 40 and my mom was 36. Neither of them had relatives who could take me in. We lived in a really small, churchgoing town where everyone knew one another. My dad had been the heir to a small fortune and so he never really had to work. He didn't like the big city, so he and my mom decided to move to a small town where he could have an antique store. My mom was into collecting antiques so this was a good idea for them.

I would have had to go the orphanage route when they died, but this couple from the church, who I will call Mr. and Mrs. Jones, made this big to-do in church about how "a little girl needs a loving home, and God has given us this joyous task of bringing her up in our home and hearts." It's been a long time and I don't remember if those were Mrs. Jones’ exact words, but they did say something cringe-worthy like that. So in the end Mr and Mrs Jones ended up becoming my foster parents.

The Jones had their own daughter "Lily" who was a year older than me. That should have meant we would be super good friends, but Lily had her own thing going and practically ignored me. I can write countless stories of how Lisa manipulated everyone around her and would blame me for random things. To give you an example, one day, she once stole a lapel pin that belonged to her father as she liked shiny things. She would wear it secretly in school and I knew about it. Mr.Jones soon discovered that the lapel pin was missing and turned the house upside down looking for it as it belonged to his father and he really loved it.