How To Write A Short Story: Foster Home

Lisle and her brother are on a train on their way to, their new foster parents because their mom can't care for them. Her brother is terrible sick and he is coughing constantly. He keeps coughing until he stopped and he stopped breathing. Mother tries to revive him but it's too late he is dead they have to accept that. One hour later we go to a graveyard to bury my dead brother and say our good bye's. After we said or goodbyes everyone started leaving I stay a little wild more. I Started crying for my brother then. I saw a book in the snow it was called the grave digger's handbook. I got up and stuffed the book in my jacket and pretended like nothing even happened. We arrived to my new home town where my foster parents live in Hammel Street. (It
I saw a woman talking to him and started yelling to him. You promised us a boy and a girl and now you tell me he died, I'm sorry madam he was terrible sick there was nothing we could do for him. My new foster mother and the strange gentleman finally came to an agreement they started walking towards me and they opened the car door. My foster mother said come on let's get inside I pretended I didn't listen. She started yelling at me are you death I told you too come inside, I still pretend I didn't listen but then my new foster father came out and with a cigar in his mouth wondering what was going on. My foster mother said they gave us a death one. He approached me and said let's go my princes even though he didn't know me he still called me his little princess. I gave him my hand and I left the car and entered my new house. The first thing my foster mother told me was that I will call her mama and he is your new papa. I was all right to call this new man in my life papa and her mama. I responded and said yes mama and she said o so you're not death. Papa took me upstairs into my new room and set my supplies on the bed. After I got my stuff on my new bed mama shouted dinner is ready to me and