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Living the life of a foster child

Updated: Mar 9, 2022

I don't have a lot of memories from age 7 - 10, before I went to live with my father.

I grew up with Anna who was the youngest and Ryan who was 5 years older than me. Anna was the baby, I'm guessing she was around 3 years old at the time. We were like any other sisters, sometimes getting along and sometimes I would get in trouble for everything. They all believed her rather than me because i was the oldest. She got me in a lot of trouble, I got blamed for everything being the oldest. But that was normal life growing up even with my own family.

Christmas was the most memorable. My foster Mom loved Christmas and she treated me like the other children when it came to gifts. I always got as much as everyone else. After dinner every Christmas day she would sit with us and play games till bedtime. It was the happiest day of my life.

I stayed with my foster family till I was 10 years old. My father had started building a house as soon as we got home so he could get the three of us back one day.

I remember me and my sister would always go up while he was finishing the house. It was fun as we were excited for it to be finished. I got a kitten off my foster Mom just before we moved in with our father. I took it up to my dad's and asked if he would look after the kitten until I was able to move in. He said yes he would. I would go there after school and sit with Fluffy (that's the name i called her), and she would sit on my lap while I was doing my homework. I loved her, it was the first time I ever owned a pet. Well , he looked after her for about a couple weeks and one day when i went there after Sunday school and I didn't see my kitten. I asked dad where was my cat and he said, oh she got out and ran away. I went out looking for her and did not find her. My father eventually told me the cat got out and he was trying to catch it and every time he got close she would run away. He got mad and when he finally caught her, he put her in a sock and drowned her in the scrubbing bucket. He said he through her in the brook, just up the road from us. I went there thinking I could find her, as a young child, but she was gone. I was devastated but there was nothing I could do.

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