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Me and my box of belongings

Updated: Feb 28, 2022

I was 7 years old when my Dad took me and my sister to met our Foster Parents for the first time. It was January 1978. My father dropped us off with all our belongings. I remember coming in the house for the first time and seeing my Foster mom standing on a chair cleaning her cupboards. She was wearing a white and navy blue dress and I was so scared. After my Dad left me and my sister it was bedtime and I remember the first thing I asked her if I could wear my new night gown I had gotten for Christmas.. She looked at me and said, yes my dear, you can.

My sister was only with me for maybe a month. My foster parents couldn't handle the both of us, so my sister went to live with another family just up the road from me.

Apparently my sister was a handful, hitting and pinching me all the time, making me cry. My foster parents decided to keep me and let her go.

That was the beginning of my life as a foster child.


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