Just another Temporary Home
I never call a house my home. Throughout my life I have been in twenty seven different houses. I am not just a typical teenage girl I am what all adults called a troubled teen. I think of myself as normal but most people don’t they seem to think I am troubled or sad. They think this because I am a foster kid, I have been in the system since I was three in a half years old. It has been 13.5 years of bumping from house to house. Most people feel bad for me but I do not understand why. Moving is extremely normal for me. People ask me every day why I am a foster kid I tell them it’s because I come from a bad family who has bad history. Both my parents are drug addicts who have been in and out of prison. My whole life I never had a mom or a dad I have had foster parents. Some are good and some are bad but most of the time they suck. I am the only person in my family who has not been to prison yet. I have two older siblings a brother and a sister. Both of them I cannot see because one just got out of prison and the other is in prison. My brother is 18 and has been in prison for the past 4 years. My sister is 21 and has been running since she was 15. My life has been long and hard but I don’t let it set me back. I do everything my best even though I find myself alone a lot of the time. I am used to being alone. People ask me if it’s scary moving all the time I tell them with a smile on my face no because I know that this is not my forever home. A lot of people say home is where the heart is but I say I have never had a home. Family to family and yet I still have never experienced what a family really looks like. I finally have almost found the end of the system. I ran away when I was 16 left everyone and everything behind. And I finally found the light at the end of the tunnel while I was gone. I was in Utah for my uncle’s funeral. And the rest of my family was there but no one knew I was there. Everyone thought I was missing the only people who knew I was there and risked everything was my mom and my sister. I went to get breakfast and when I came back my aunt and her brother where sitting in the hotel room. My uncle looked then looked away then looked back stood up and hugged me. My family has not seen me since I was a baby but yet they still knew who I was after all these years. My aunt and uncle made the decision to take me home. My aunt told her boyfriend I was coming home with them back to Alaska. I stayed with my aunt for a little then I was taken again. My aunt told me I would be back and now I might be moving back. When I move back I will finally find the light at the end of the tunnel. I will finally have a forever home. |