We were placed in a home where we knew the family but that didn't change how bad we were treated. I was kinda a brat when I was younger and I was always in trouble for something. My baby brother and I were there for 2 months and I was grounded or in trouble most of that time. that's the first time I started feeling depressed and so I decided to get someone's attention by saying my foster dad was doing pot.
I was putting my clothes away one day when my foster mom came in and said I needed to stop doing that and explained to me that my brother and I were leaving and that we had to pack. I lost my best friend that day BC their daughter and I were inseparable and we cried as we said our goodbyes and we went with the social worker. they took us to a lady when didn't know.
author's note: please contact me if u are feeling depressed or u are being abused in ur foster home. I want to help all u have to do is contact me. here or on my snap is
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Non-FictionTRIGGER WARNINGS I want to help you because I've been there. I almost died a couple times but im still here.
