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You know that feeling you get on the first day of summer when you finish school. That feeling you get when someone makes you laugh until you cry. Or the feeling on your birthday when you're surrounded by people that love you and you get lots of presents. How about the feeling you get when you're giving your mum and dad a good night hug and good night kiss? Yeah, me neither. Before I could even walk and talk I was being shipped from house to house, being taken care of different foster parents in their own homes. I could tell you all the stories I had with my own parents and how they raised me to be a good kid. Or how my dad taught me how to ride a bike. Or how my mum was teaching me how to cook, and sow, and do the laundry. How that all ended with an accident. How I cried and cried. But it'd all be a lie. I reckon you're probably pitying me. Or thinking I'm just like a thousand other orphan kids out there with another sob story. You can think that. It's your opinion after all. But I'm going to tell my story, my way, of how I saw things. It all started out five years ago on May 4, 2007.
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They say what's in the past keep it in the past but I wanted to know all about my past. It was things that I didn't know and that I wanted and needed to know! But my life turned upside down when my past is exactly what I should have left alone. Now if you ask me how it all began, I don't exactly remember but I know it started when I moved in with my grandma who I haven't met in all my twenty years of living. I have been in and out of foster homes since I can remember, living with families I knew nothing about. Being the outcast and them constantly asking me what's wrong because I simply did not speak. The only thing that kept me sane was my good grades throughout school. I got the satisfaction of doing the one thing that people kept telling me over and over I couldn't do. I stayed to myself and graduated high school with honors, getting a full-ride scholarship to any college of my choice. Of course, by having this accomplishment, it didn't make it any easier for me between my foster families. To them, I became the girl who was better than them. But I didn't care because when I turned twenty I finally got to start making my own choices. This is where I wonder if the first choice I made was the right one. The first choice I made was to go live off-campus with my grandmother during my first semester in college. I ask myself how could I be so stupid? But you will see just how stupid I was. Or was I?

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