First Foster Home Narrative

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My whole life I have craved having a sense of family and home. I grew up hopping between different foster homes. The only life I was familiar with was a steel room with 2 discrete windows; a sleeve of sunshine would occasionally shine through onto three twin-size bunk beds holding six other kids. Parents would come in daily wanting a child and I could only hope and pray that I would be the one, but I never was. That was until I met my foster parents, Mason and Jen. A loving, young couple looking to save a life. They brought me into their home and treated me like more than some broken girl. I had finally been saved from this unremitting nightmare I had been living my entire life. I was given a second chance to build flourishing relationships …show more content…
I don’t know anything,” I told her. Lydia hesitated to respond, then asked “Have you ever asked Jen if she knew anything about your parents?” I had been moved around through so many different foster homes, there was no way Jen could have known. “No, Jen didn’t know anything, I haven’t lived in Twin Bridges Orphanage all my life,” she said. Lydia then suggested we go to the first foster home I lived in to look at any previous records. I needed some time to think it over. The topic floated around my mind that night as my head lay on the cold pillow. This was not an easy decision the way I thought it would be, I mean who doesn't want to know where they come from? On the other hand, if my mom left me there, she left me there for a reason. What if I get in contact with her and she wants nothing to do with me? Not knowing who my mom is will linger in the back of my head my whole life if I don’t find out. The next morning I told Lydia I wanted to figure out who my parents were. She smiled and we sat down. “So tell me, do you know the first foster home you stayed at?” She asked. “White Linda Orphanage, Compton, California” I responded. She froze and a sense of panic came over her …show more content…
The room went silent. I didn’t know how to respond. I was left outside a building and was just now told this information. Whoever my mother was didn’t want to take care of me, so what’s the point? I fled out of the room, with water forming from my eyes. Aunt Lydia apologized to Mia and chased after me. “Elena!” she yelled. I stopped outside the building, facing my aunt in a flood of tears, snot falling from my nose. “It’s going to be okay regardless of what happens, okay?” she said. I nodded silently as we got into the car and left. I just wanted to know why. We arrived at a hotel twenty minutes from the orphanage. After unpacking and settling in, Aunt Lydia wanted to get me some ice cream. I know a place! Fentons Creamery has the best soft serve in California,” she said. I thought for a second then responded “I thought you had never been to California?” Aunt Lydia stood in a state of shock and just stared at me smiling. “I saw it online,” he said. I..I was researching before we came” she responded quickly and firmly. I shrugged it off and we