"We are sorry to inform you, but your 'parents' do not think they can continue to provide for you and your necessities. Luckily, we have found you some local residents who are pleasantly willing to take you in as your new 'parents'-" This is the seventeenth time I've received this kind of letter and variations like it from the county government. Seventeenth. In six years. Everyday, my life is a game of luck, hope and misfortune. I juggle new friends, new schools, new names, and most of all, new homes. All of the towns have its ups and downs, and, thankfully, the odds have been in my favor for fifteen of them. People always tell me to keep holding on, that one day it'll be perfect and it'll be worth it. But I always tell them: I'd rather be like an ocean wave and keep moving on.
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