my life as a foster child

my dream

   Sometime I ask myself do my foster mom knows what I want to become in the future. But I already know the answer too that. I want to become a professional dancer or cosmetologists I love to do hair and dance. I don't know why but this is my dream i can be dancing in front of millions of people cheering for me or I will be an a salon doing hair with other girl enjoying myself and the salon laughing, dancing with friend. But I know my dreams will never come true but I still dream because that my only happy moments in my life other then school. But anyways my dreams makes me happy I wake up very happy but then that happiness goes away when I walk down stairs I don't know why I get my hope up because I should already know what's going to happen when I walk down them stairs. I hate this house this is what I say in my mind but at the sometime I should be happy that I have a roof over my head. But I still get abused by my foster mom. " look who came down the stairs very happy looking like a thrown away rat " "why are you always picking on me I'm your foster daughter I know that I'm not your real daughter but you have to respect me ok "all I realized that I left that house with a busted lip omg I hate my life