Personal Narrative-Foster Home

I remember being taken away from my mother at age seven. My brother was only a year old when we were separated. We were ripped away from her arms and placed in foster care. I can recall that day clear as a crystal. My throat felt constricted as I yelled out for my mother, my eyes were red and puffy from all the crying, my knees bruised because I refused to be taken away. From then out my life tumbled down. I could no longer protect my brother, I could not be there to wipe my mother’s tears away. I was alone and frightened. Now that I look back at my experiences in foster care it made me stronger. As of today I am more grounded, and able to go through life with a new lense. I got to experience foster care and am able to empathize with those who have gone through it as well.

My whole life I felt love, but never like the love I experienced three years when I walked in the Lawrence County Developmental Center. The LCDC is the special needs program for the student of East Lawrence and I was chosen to be an aide my sophomore year. Most of the kids could not speak, if they could speak they still had problems communicating. I felt like I had walked into a totally different world, and that made me want to spend every free moment in the LCDC. My three years with those kids taught me the most incredible lesson: your life is what you make it.

EREPORT # 19480 stated the following: Foster child, Hunter Harper, called the Yalobusha County office stating that the incident occurred "the other day". Foster child called stating that his foster parent, Donna Davis, slapped him "the other day" and busted his top lip. He stated that there was blood on the floor as a result of the incident. Hunter called the Yalobusha County office and reported the incident to RASWS Sandra Bennett who is acting in absence of Yalobusha ASWS Shannon Shepherd. The child has a cut on his head. Child states that his top lip was busted and bled at the time of the incident. Prior to custody, the child was forced to run through fire and was injured. During the phone converstation with Hunter, he sounded tearful and

I was fifteen years old when my mother invited me to help out with the local foster home. When I arrived at the foster home I began to cry in response to the young children that I saw. It was difficult for me to understand the children's emotions initially but throughout the day I learned the reason behind their joy. Most of the foster children were grateful for the little deeds that the volunteers performed for them because we showed that we cared about them. In all honesty many people take for granted the advantages they have for succeeding in life. The foster children that I've seen that day were limited because they did not have the physical and the emotional support of their families. I did not realized how blessed I was to have a loving

I’m in the prison line minding my own business as a few girls punch me. I did nothing to them, but that day i was getting out of prison and the girls get jealous if the others get out. The police are sending me to a foster home. My seventh one and i’m hoping it’s the last. My head is throbbing and there is a cut on the upper part of my lip. Before I leave I ask where is my brother you said you promise would never split us apart. The social worker finds my brother and he is taken out of the home he is in, now he is with me I feel safe.

This week in my field experience I did some module training, some paperwork, and also was able to go with my supervisor as she gave a presentation on the Abused Adult Resource Center to a group called Foster Grandparents. They are a group of 55 age or older volunteers that go into elementary schools and help with the kids.

“Hannah? Hannah! You have a new package in the mail!” Makenzie runs into my house, as she stumbles over my dogs, who are barking at her. “What do you mean my mail? And why were you looking in my mailbox,” I say humorously. Makenzie jumps over the couch, kicking my phone out of my hand, “We are going to Los Angeles!” A few weeks before, Makenzie and I entered a contest to win a free trip to a Justin Bieber concert, in Los Angeles. I open the package, and the first word I read was ‘Congratulations!’ I screamed as I ran to my closet to get my suitcase. Makenzie started to throw random clothes in my bag, and I quickly stopped her. “Why are you taking all the clothes out,” Makenzie said confused. “Don’t you remember who filled out the information with us?” Makenzie’s face dropped as she answered my question. “I told you not to bring Agustin and Jacob to the mall with us, now we have to spend hours on a plane with them, hearing them talk non-stop,” Makenzie confirmed. “I’m sorry, Makenzie, but they are our friends,” I say supportively. I go to call my other friends, telling them the outstanding news.

Burned bacon and eggs as thin as water, “worst breakfast mom makes better” Michael cried Mrs. Malison the foster “Mom” didn’t care though she slapped Michael and said “eat your food or you’ll sleep in the shed today.” Michael thought anything is better than his actual foster bedroom, its black, greasy walls, and rickety bed it was horrible. When Michael woke up from his nightmare of the first day at the foster home, when rubbing the sleep out of his eyes Michael walked down stairs to see Mrs. Malison shooting her AK- 47 at the bird nest and Mr. Malison laying on the coach drinking Bud Light and reading the newspaper from two weeks ago. Michael was now fourteen years old and was still being treated as a three year old, he wished he could leave this place for ever. When Michael was three years old his mom and Dad divorced and his Mom sent him to this foster home. The only thing he remembered that day was when his mom arrived at the foster home she

I was in foster care when I was 7 years old. This was hard because imagine being taken away from your parents at that young age and being put in another family. This was a challenge because this meant going to a different school with different kids I didn’t know. I always hated being the new kid at a school because being the new kid meant you didn’t know anybody and everybody always stared at you. Every school had a different way of teaching and so I always had to adjust and adapt to different environments. I went to 5 different homes throughout those 3 years because the families kept giving up on my brothers and I. So every time we moved we also moved schools and so I just started giving up on trying to make friends and started giving up

I woke up on a warm sunny Saturday morning and went down stairs and called my friend Joey Gliech and said “Today is the day!”

Months later after confronting herself, Vanessa took on a wonderful job, the engagement is back on, and she is now being extremely social again. She is now planning vacations and enjoying the good things in life. The best part of her day seems to be listening to others and enjoying simple conversations. Her goals seems so close she can taste it. Vanessa knows now that it's hard-work and dedication that she needs. These day Vanessa is in love with the person she grew to be. She can now look in the mirror and see the beautiful, glowing and intelligent woman that was there all

Sitting alone in my new brother’s old room, I chewed at my nails. Over two thousand miles away from home, I am in the new town of Allen, Texas. I know a total of five people so far,  all being a part of my adopted family. I slowly pull myself down off my bed and trudge towards my bathroom. Looking in the  mirror, I pull my long chocolate brown hair out of its bun and rub my face. It’s crazy how things start over so quickly. I’m in a new house with a new family and new people who don’t really know me, again.

I never settled into that strange group home on Farris street, in the great state of Arkansas where my only relative told me she felt stuck. My mom always talked alot, she never stopped to listen, she said on that day, "I really gave you a great name, you know? Esmer. I made you so beautiful, what a beautiful name. At least the man I made you with didn't get in the way of that. You can really make something of yourself here, man what a chance! You have a chance here, you know." No. Because just like my mom, Mindy, who I remember to be tall with buldging green eyes and a mind so wondering, I wonder if she ever saw me or her surroundings as much as she saw her own yearnings; I've decided at 16 when life seems so inviting, shocking, daunting but

Late in the afternoon, The skyline was gorgeous.Starting at dark blue fading into dark purple, then magenta; The sky had a beautiful ombre effect. During this time, the kids who were previously dismissed from school was starting to go home. A lot of kids went to the mall after school or went to each other's houses much like Cage and Vanessa. After school Cage and Vanessa would go to a camera store to the mall and stay there for a few hours until it the sun started to set, then would go to Cage’s house to study. On this particular day after Cage and Vanessa left the mall, instead of going to Cages house Vanessa decided to stay out a little longer.

The wind blew harder breaking branches from the trees, as they hit the homes and roads with a loud crash. Alex cuddled closer to the sleeping body that lies next to them. “Come on this can’t be that bad” they quietly mumbled to themselves. Not noticing that their partner was awake listening to them trying to stay calm. Hardly even 5 minutes pass before Haden turns towards Alex wrapping their arms around them. Alex jumped in shock “H-how much did you hear?!?” they studer out. “Will you ever stop being adorable?” Haden says with a smirk. “That didn’t answer my question” Alex says slightly pouting. “Fine” Haden says giving in “I just heard you mumbling to yourself about the storm”. A light blush covers Alex’s face and she looked down, only to