Dana POV
Christmas photos. The idea of taking them is heartwarming. I’ve never been part of them before. I can still remember the time my foster family took one, pushing me deliberately to the side while I cried, claiming I wasn’t to take part as I wasn’t of their blood. That memory still hurts me to this day. How anybody could treat an innocent child like that, I would never know but I do know that if I ever have my own child, they will never be treated in such a way. They will never feel the hurt or the pain that I felt during my childhood. I feel excited as I adjust my dress, a red and green concoction, from my favorite plus-sized store, getting into the spirit of the holiday season, my long hair cascading down my back and my makeup subtly applied. I stared into the mirror, eyeing myse
