Hummingbird Home Part 2: 6 years later, some fine 6 years later, my brother, Kent, and I, Morgan, ended up in Mrs. Fluphets foster home in south Tx. Mrs.Fluphet found kent and I in the hospital after the fire and decided to take us in her foster home. My only wish was to find a perfect home with a perfect mommy and daddy but Mrs. Fluphets was the exact opposite. Kent only being 2 years older than me, made Mrs. Fluphet put us in the same room. She barely gave us food, if any. Sometimes Kent would slip some of his food to me, with me being severely underweight and pale. Now the old saying goes something like this: growing older means more responsibilities. As Mrs. Fluphet being herself, a fat and selfish woman, she made all te kids over the age of 14 do the chores of her ginormous house. I have never known anything but being with Kent and I just turned 14 meaning work,work,work. She makes it even worse that each age group works on a different part of the house. I work the very top floor and kent works the very bottom. It kills me to be away from my darling brother for most of the day. And one day, Kent couldn't take being away from me any longer. So he finally said something.