Foster Me: Emerson's Secret (ON GOING)

My name is Emerson Mitchell. It's the name that is printed in black ink on my birth certificate. I don't know if I was named after a relative or if my biological parents stumbled on the name in a baby book one day. I don't know much about my life before I was given up.

The one thing I know with absolute clarity is that I was born in August to a teen mom who with much love in her heart, decided I deserved more than what she could give me. She left me at two days old, in a baby box at a hospital in Alberta.

Emerson has been in the foster system for the majority of her life. She doesn't know any different. Her first words happened in foster home #2. Her first steps, foster home #4. Now 16, Emerson is close to aging out of the system. Given one last chance to find her forever house, she is cautiously optimistic.