(A foster mother's version of "The Hobbit" by J.R.R. Tolkien)
There I was, an average,
unremarkable woman, living in a little home in a quiet suburban neighborhood. It was a quiet home that meant comfort and
solitude. The days were
predictable. Nights were filled with
peaceful, uninterrupted slumber. I
certainly wasn’t looking for an adventure.
I happened to like my life the way it was, thank you very much.
I had come from a long line of
middle class families, and people considered us very respectable, not only
because most of us were hard-working, upstanding citizens, but because we had
never had any adventures or did anything unexpected. This is my story: the story of how an average, unremarkable woman
had an adventure, and found herself doing and saying things altogether
unexpected.
