A Series of Heartfelt Expressions

7 Years Old - Written 28/6/18

Just after I turned 7, my aunt took me in. 18 months I was in the group home, thinking back now, my memories are all muddled, as I'm trying to pick out every drop of a puddle. Anyway - I walked through her front door, and the people I meet, all claiming to be my family. Though I don't remember them, I believe them all, because the woman who took me in looked just like my mom. The funniest part of my stay there is how my cousin and I never got along. Another part of my stay there was the VBS, MCC was the church, and they always had the best. Though one part of church that always stood out to me is how I was always alone, and always seemed to be talking with adults, I got along with them better, I never understood kids, always changing like the weather. I also remember being all about music, from a young age I knew I wanted to do something with it. Another thing about then, family vacation to Florida, first and only to this day, and though I hate to admit this in the open, I still remember when I pooped in the ocean. Now lets get the story rolling on, my aunt really knows how to raise me, took me to work with her one day, as if I was her baby, as if I were her own, I'd give her praise and respect. They knew how to love me, they knew how to raise me. I knew it was different than how it was with Amy - her story's for another time, It'll come up, but now I want to finish, I wanna close off by thanking my family for always loving me, even when I lied, and said you couldn't touch me. I want you to know you have, and that's my best memory. 

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Man, do I love this one, but the one I am most proud of, "Amy", is coming up. By "them", I am referring to my biological family, for the multitudes of foster homes I have been in have hardly showed me a sliver of anything here. Ok? XO.