Elijah Bates.

If anyone from Fosters still follows Eli's blog, enjoy this tribute I made. I've been super emotional lately, and I can't help but give you guys a little thanks for all the great times. Fosters was hands down the best roleplay I've ever owned and been a part of. Thank you for taking my little plot idea and turning it into something bigger than I could've ever imagined. I owe you everything. Love you all so much. 

Eli: That's not the Gianni I grew up with, Dulce. I mean, maybe he's having a midlife crisis or something, but no-no. [sighs] You have to understand he grew up feeling like a bastard kid, you know? He never had a mom or a dad who loved him. He just doesn't know how to be a dad, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love the kids with all his heart. I know Gi, D, he's a good guy.

Eli: Oh Dulce. [long pause] I um, I've never been good at advice, I um, Gi's been distant from me too lately, and I wish I knew what was going on. I wish I could help you two too, but I don't think I can. I-I can take Stef or Enzo if you two just want to fight it out at the house together. Or I can offer up the guest room for either of you. [sighs] Just tell him you love him and make up again. I've been rooting for you two since we left the foster house.