Childhood Memories of My Life in Foster Care

It was in the summer of 2004, the noisy, sound of the car horn and heavy tension penetrated the air. It is like a clockwork, and in winter it brings a little peace on the road, but as the summer gets warmer the concrete jungle becomes more intense. Amazingly, even if my house is different, perhaps even young, I can understand the dynamics of the street. When the sun is shining in a dimly lit room, I find myself flooded with light when I'm trying to escape to the perfect house I want.

In this life, my childhood spent most of my time on foster care at the Central Valley in California. Oasis is usually the Mirage. My mother was an overwhelming waitress under the age of six who has three daughters when in their twenties. My father could not move, was unpredictable, and went in and out of the county prison - our lives are so. When my age was four she told me that my mother took me to my grandmother's house in downtown Fresno, she told me that she would go to the movies, but never returned. . She is not ready to take care of us, and our father can not strengthen. We were put into the welfare system without any warnings and fanfare. Long Caravan started

The best memory of my foster care is that there are special supporters appointed by the court (CASA). I had been abused by seven and a half years and had to re-enter the foster care system, so after she failed to adopt she entered my life. She visited me, took me to eat, watched movies, and shopped. While on vacation, she takes me to her house. During Christmas, her and my grandchild sent a lot of gifts under the tree. She always tells me that I know that I am strong enough to never give up. I will go beyond the statistics. She is with me from 14 to 18 years old. I still keep in touch with her and sometimes see her.

I have never been explained to my foster care. At least that time I was able to understand that way. I do not know that care of foster parents is a temporary residence and not a permanent residence. I do not know "big things" in my life, such as foster parents, social workers, judges, lawyers, who were looking for my "placement". In addition, I even planned to return me to Argentina's family. . What else do you want? When I first arrive, what do I compare this to, except for some obscure emotions about affiliation? After all, they raised me from 15 months. If I really do not feel love, I needed them and grew up to respect them. When they took me. He often jokes with me and treats me like my daughter.