Foster Care Assignment Analysis

I didn’t exactly know how to format this assignment, so, I just figured I would format it as a letter. YES! I am directly talking to you the reader (Mr. Roosevelt). Think of this as a little chat, or just me rambling about the shoulder shrug that is my life. I’ll try not to bore you to death. Well first you may not know this but I’m adopted, which to me can mean one of two things. It could mean that your parents looked at you and said no thank you, or deciding between a crack pipe, and a child was very difficult for them. My case was the latter one, anyway I have been to about 10 foster homes in my life. So, for my first year of foster care I bounced around between houses a lot. Never staying in one home for more than a month or two. …show more content…
It’s not all depressing, but, there is a storm before every rainbow. Anyway, as soon as I got placed in foster care, I figured it out that foster care is nothing like Annie at all. In my fourth foster care placement, my life began to settle down. My two sisters and I lived in with a young white couple, they were maybe in there early 30’s. This was the first home we had been in for more than one month. So, I was excited things were going so well. Well at least they were until the first time my foster mother hit me. They had had a party late at night, I woke up because of how loud the music was. I ran outside to see maybe about 20 adults in our garage. They all looked like tired sad cockroaches, stuck on their backs unable to get up. I marched up to my foster mother and asked her to turn the music down, as I had a school test the following day. I didn’t want to get behind it was a new school, I wanted to start strong. My foster mother was as drunk as a lord, so she told me to shut up and go to bed. At this moment, I both realized two things: one the honeymoon stage of my stay was over and two that I wasn’t getting any sleep that night. So, after twenty minutes of me lying in bed, starring at the ceiling, my drunk foster mother wobbles in and knocks me on the head with a beer bottle. She had hit me so hard the bottle shattered on my head. I pass out immediately and, wake up in not a hospital, …show more content…
Like a virus bring cured. Moving and being adopted by my parents was the best thing that has happened to me in a while. I remember with in the first few months of me living with them, we were all sitting on the beach and I had accidently called my foster mother at the time, mom and immediately apologized. She took me to the side and told me she would be whatever she wanted me to be, she said could be my mom she could be my dad even. We both laughed at that and just took a deep breath, then I thanked her. She asked me why I was thanking her and I told her not giving up. While this was happening, I hadn’t realized that my new foster sister was running across the beach to tackle me. I ran off and she chased me around until we were both tired. Then all of us watched the sun go