Chapter Two
16 years ago...
Sixteen years ago I was put up for adoption when I was a baby.
My parents, to simply put it, didn't want me. I was a burden to them, something holding them back.
My social workers say that my parents loved me and that giving me up was the hardest decision they ever made. But I know better and that's how I know that it's complete bullshit.
They didn't want me, simple as that.
My parents were cowards who couldn't take on the challenge of raising a kid they created. A precious child; Gods greatest gift to a person.
Instead I was just a mistake to them.
A mistake that had to be rid of and forgotten because God forbid that I interfere with their life plans and goals.
And now here I was.
Here in my eighth group home and I kind of wanted to make it my last.
Not because I loved it here but because I was tired of it.
Tired of:
Introducing myself.
Meeting new foster kids who hated me.
Getting attached to my scenery.
Making memories in places that I would soon leave.
Getting a sense of normalcy before being snatched away.
This is not an excuse to have sympathy for me because in all honesty I didn't have sympathy for myself.
If my parents couldn't deal with me what makes one think that anyone else would.
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