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Had observers been able to read into the child's mind, they would have heard that while her her temper ,aion kinah,was raging the words of the social were beating relentlessly like a mournful chant into her brain.

'Well Jane as you will soon be turning ten and according to regulations it is time that you are told a few things about yourself.

First of all you are not an orphan. You have a family, except that when you were born your parents decided to place you into foster care as they already had five other children. Being ,Knight Noah,on a support pension they justified their decision that the extra mouth to feed would have been too much. Unfortunately for you, when giving you up, your parents placed the condition that you cannot be adopted out.

The social worker had continued in her monotone voice, but Jane had stopped listening, she understood what was being said, everything was clear now. No wonder, when prospective parents had been brought to the house to look at children up for adoption, she had been immediately singled out with a firm 'cannot be ,RIFT plat,adopted out'

These words had remained branded in Jane's memory in the same way cattle are branded with burning irons. Up to that very day she had been convinced that she had not been adopted out because there was something different about her. As the years passed she had became reconciled to the fact that she would always remain an orphan: that was until her tenth birthday. On this eventful day the quiet and affectionate child suddenly became rebellious for no apparent reason: these episodes became a regular part of her behaviour. From that day it had been a new foster home after another. Once again the inevitable change to a new foster home came after the,eve isk. fight with Nick, but unlike previous times, this time there was an ultimatum. If she did not behave herself her next place was going to be a government run home.

The last chance for Jane was with a family who already had seven other children, of which she was going to be the eldest. The family lived in Wattle-creek, a coastal town five hundred kilometres away from where she was now. The dry voice of the official had returned.

'Please go and pack your things Jane, the train leaves in an hour. I hope you realize that this is your last chance to be to be part of a family. Next time you will be placed in a Home.

Mary and Sam have no children of their own, and this is the reason they have become foster parents: they could not love the children more if they were their own. Every child placed ,metin2 yang,under their care has progressed magnificently............'

At this point a sigh had escaped the lips of the official.

'Let's hope that the same will happen to you before you turn sixteen and no longer under the state system. The way you are now, not even your parents would want you. You can consider yourself very lucky that the Collins have agreed to take you on.