All you ever hear is how life in the foster care system is hell. Scum of the earth able to look after children, heartbreaking. Deric Starke had no exception. Entering the foster care system at the young age of 5, he was subjected to abusive situations, harmful practices, and all around the bad and evil in the world. The only person Deric knew and a constant figure was the CPS worker who was in charge of him, Michael Hanssin. The man was stern but had a good heart and a soft soul, he saw Deric more like a nephew then a foster kid and if ever Deric was unsure about his knew home he would contact Michael. One day, randomly a women appears at Michael's office asking if he had any boys fitting the description she gave. It was somewhat veg quiet Caucasian males who had a past of having terrible homes. They spoke and Michael gathered up pictures of the few kids that fit the description. Looking over the pictures and listening tentatively as the worker spoke about each boy. She stopped his talking when he got to Deric and just stared before her eyes welled with tears. They spoke more before she left with a nod. Deric was informed to pack his stuff that he was going to a new home. This story is not at all a joke. Some of my facts are twisted or not right so bare with me please. Grammar and Spelling issues because I'm American and can not seem to articulate well. Anyway enjoy the read.All Rights Reserved
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