Finally Grateful

Chapter 2

August 23

Diary entry #24

It had been the longest night ever, and I can’t even accept what had happened. My mom died, my dad died, my whole family died, except for Henry and me. I have no home and barely a family now. I won’t even get Henry. He’s going to be adopted. I’m going to foster care.

My feet kicked back and forth in the chair, I couldn’t stop fidgeting. All I wanted to do was leave, I was in an adoption center. This was the last time I can see Henry. Thankfully, he will still have a good life. He still has the chance of a successful future. Since he's still a baby, he probably won't remember any of this. This was such a big change for him and he won't know it. He'll grow up, not scarred at all. Foster care doesn’t sound nearly as promising.

Every six months, I have to switch foster homes. I won’t really have a home. The foster parents aren’t that nice either. Mine only wanted money. They don’t have to pay as much in taxes if I’m with them. I also have to live with three “sisters” and four “brothers.” One of my brothers was a baby, he reminded me of Henry.

My room was nice. There were four beds so I share the room with my sisters. One girl, Sarah, said hi though and helped me unpack. I was going to a new school also. So, Sarah helped get me ready and told me what to do.