I woke up today with my foster family standing at the end of my bed. Like literally my whole foster family which is my foster brothers, Brandon, Jude and Jesus, my foster sisters, Frankie, Michelle, and Emma, then there was my foster parents, Lena and Timothy. Then there was my birth sister, Callie.. The thing is, we've been in foster care for several years, since I was 5 and Callie was 3. We were torn away from each other for a couple years because they put us in different foster family's, but I did everything I could to get my sister back, I couldn't leave her alone any longer. Anyways every time I wake up and see Lena and Timothy I am always afraid they are going to take Callie away from me again, but today was something special, something I forget about for several years because none of my other foster family's cared, but this one did.