I got up regardless of the size and headed to the small kitchen.  Oddly I was consuming her words but more getting lost in her melodious voice.    This made little sense to me since again, I am not much of a people person let alone one who sticks with his clients after the fact.   So why this woman, I have seen other sensitive and even taught them on how to handle obnoxious ghosts.<br/><br/>So again, why am i here now.  Why am I staying with her.<br/><br/>After she sat i found myself opening up as well but not completely because I am not a complete sap.<br/><br/>"I dont remember my father..  I was young when he died.  I never knew who my mother was, I found a single picture long ago..  she was a gorgeous woman with emerald green eyes, flowing brown hair.. and .. a deep sadness to her.    I dont know what to make of it.  After my father died I ended up in foster home after foster home.  Ghosts where already around me.. I guess they were from birth..  so the families never knew what do with a crazy kid.  Some would just lock me in my room just so they could keep their checks.  Others would send me back like I was some nasty food they ordered.   None of it made sense to me..  the ghosts never helped... it was...  well i guess it just was."<br/><br/>Somehow during that time I slid closer to her.