As a former foster youth, I have confronted several emotional factors in my life, causing me to rethink the type of person who I am. When I emancipated from my group home, I had no desire to enroll in college or look for any type of occupation, but just to return to my family and visit my old friends. It was not until one person who convinced me to rethink my decisions before it was too late, his name was Esteban Lara, a former worker at my previous group home. I have developed a close attachment toward him, seeing him as a mentor, seeing he was one of the few people I could talk to. He did not want me to throw away my life in the streets, so I could just hangout with a couple of friends and get trouble with the police department. However,
