My name is Ariegha (pronounced Aria) Charlotte Hansen. I'm seventeen years old, I think.
You see my mom got pregnant with me when she was seventeen. My dad panicked. He told his parents, who would have been my grandparents, and then they panicked. You'd think that their first thought would have been to find a way to help support me and my mom right? Wrong. They picked up and moved a good seven hours away.
I don't remember my mom. Well, that's not true. I remember the day she left me:
She put me into a baby carrier. I hated that damn thing. I cried and cried. She wouldn't take me out of it. We sat on a bench in a park. She was talking to me but I was to little to understand. She placed a little red bow in my hair. Her blue eyes were beautiful, and she had long blonde hair. It was blowing in the wind, like strands of gold. Then she got up and walked away. I cried louder. Finally someone noticed me and picked me up. I cried more because I didn't know this person.
I learned to love this lady. Her name is Sandy Brookes. She picked me up that day and walked me across the street to the small hospital in our town. My mother was actually very thoughtful by taking me to this particular park. Sandy got me all checked out, making sure I was healthy and what- not. I was estimated to be about a year old. I was a very small baby.
From there I was placed in a nearby foster home. I don't remember that much but if I wanted I could look them up. That foster home lasted for two years.
I've moved all around California, and even spent some time in Nevada. Sandy has stayed with me through it all. She visits me on Christmas and on my assumed birthday, but otherwise we text/call at least every other day. She pays for my phone too, without fail. So now I'm all grown up and getting ready to age out of the system. I've got some stories from my previous homes, and I'm ready to tell. A couple of the stories are sweet, cute, little "aww" moments. Not most of them though. Most of these stories will make you...I don't know what feeling you'll get. But don't read this if you think its some story about a girl who has a bad childhood but becomes amazing in her adulthood. Because I haven't even reached adulthood. (But when I do, I'll be awesome )
