I'm currently in foster care. I've been in this for several years, and haven't gotten adopted yet. My brother has, and I'm happy for him. Him and my foster care family are going to New York all together.
I've been switched between 5 different families, I just keep going back and forth. I've just accepted the fact that nobody wants a cancer girl, and nobody wants to pay the hospital bills. I've realized that I'm never going to get adopted and will just end up living on my own as an Independant adult.
My "parents" for now are named Kelly and Burt Michigan. I've been with them for about 3 months now, and I really love them. They are so sweet, and have no problem when it comes to taking me to the hospital. They don't care about the money. Kelly always says it's as long as I'm safe.
Me, Kelly, Burt and their newborn baby, Stephanie live just a few doors down from my brother, who lives in a small apartment. We all visit each other a lot, because his parents, and mine, are almost best friends.
His parents are named Emily and Derek Kimmy. He has a little brother, who is only 10 and is one of the sweetest and well-mannered kids ever.
