Heather and I were reunited at one point early in life and had the pleasure of spending time together in foster care while our parents decided that they needed to find themselves. We had stability and for the 1st time I felt a strange urge to protect my little brown eyed sister. Possibly what one might call Big Sister syndrome. Whatever it was I became overly aware of her cries at night begging for our mom to come. My foster mom would hold her and try to quieten her sobs. It was when I would go to her and put her in bed with me that she would fall asleep soundly.6 months we were together and again she went back to my mom and I back to my dad. I dont think either one of us minded, after all we loved our parents, they didnt abuse us physically, It was in our teen years before we actually lived together under the same parents roof. My father had remarried and I detested his new wife with a passion. After days of begging he finally agreed to allow me the chance to go to Michigan to live with my mom. I was in the 7th grade. I wont go into all the moves back and forth that we went through over the years, partially because I lost track and now it doesn't even matter.
