“Go away, Jarvis!” sobbed Sara.
Sara quickly snapped a photo of her little friend. It was time to leave before her case worker arrived. Because of Jarvis, this was the first foster home she felt loved. Unfortunately, a divorce was pending within this family and Sara knew, by heart, the inevitable.
“Jarvis, I can’t take it anymore,” cried Sara, “not another strange home!”
“Shoo, don’t run after me! I can’t take a stupid cat! The streets are only good for bad people like me,” screamed Sara.
She ran out the backdoor with just her ragged backpack and an old Kodak camera.
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