Behind the mask

The lock and key

I am four years old, in my first foster home it used to be nice until it wasn't anymore. The house seemed crowded, and I didn't feel welcome for long. It was dinner time i was trying to take a sip of my drink, they got mad easily. What could a four year old do that was so bad to get locked in a room, alone. I remember hearing the door slam shut, the key turn and they were gone. I spent one year in this house. I was almost five and I found out my father had gotten into a bad car accident, his vans breaks went out going down the steep mountains and he crashed half way down. A helicopter had to take him to a hospital, where he stayed for quite a while.