My sister and brother where barely ever aloud out of their room (accept sometimes when my sister was sick she was aloud in the bathroom or when my dad was feeling generous). Not long after I got taken away from my dad did my mom, sister, brother and i go live with my grandma. At age two when l was at my grandma I dropped a knife on my foot (due to trying to grab it). Bye age 5 I just wanted to commit suicide an my mom said go ahead. (She didn't even try and stop me). By age 7 I was in foster care with my brother while my sister stayed with my mom. My first foster home me was fill with screaming, anger, foster parents wrecking or stuff and bedtime right after supper. They promised not to give up on me but 5 years later I was in a different foster home. This one was much worse. It was filled with mental and physical abuse. And sexual assault by the foster dad. I was move to another home.
