I was an orphan growing up in several foster homes. They labeled me as 'troubled', I guess they're right.
I remember one foster mom, a very nice woman, my troubles began with her plastic flowers...
3 big yellow sunflowers with 5 red roses. She placed them all mixed in a crystal vase. It isn't right! The colours fight. So I put red roses aside. The first time I did that she was laughing but told me not to do that again. After a few times she was not amused and gave me a stern warning.
I really didn't want to upset her but at night while everybody's sleeping, I heard those red roses' screaming. I had no choice, I hid those red roses in my drawer, they're safe... and the next day I was sent to another foster home.
one less curveball
to deal with