The house I was born into was a mess. My mom and grandfather …show more content…
When they first got us they talked about something called church and I had never heard of it before, I hadn’t seen one as far as I knew and I never set foot inside of one. Our foster parents made sure all of our needs were filled even if it wasn’t easy, cause let’s be honest, I was a brat back then. Our foster mom would get us up in the morning, get us ready for school and then wait outside no matter what the weather was like until the bus came, she would watch until we were safely on the bus and the she would wave and walk inside. I felt so safe where we were and I didn’t want to leave. The two girls that were there with us went back to live with their mom after a while. I got really close with our foster brother while we lived there. He and I would go on lunch dates once a month. After about a year of living with them, our foster mom lost a toenail and she was taken to a hospital. They ended up having to cut her toe off and about a month later she was deemed unfit to take care of us and we were moved to a new