Personal Narrative: Foster Home

It was January 2002. I was walking home from Newton Street School. I heard loud strikes of thunder, I saw the grayish black sky above me, and I felt my heart coming through my shirt. As we scampered home my mom looked down at me and said, “Baby you know that I love you no matter what, right?” I was just 5 years old so I was clueless to what exactly was going on. I nodded my head in uncertainty and told my mother I loved her more. Just as we arrived to my house located on Bedford Street, my mom began to cry. “Mommy what’s wrong? “ I asked. She just mourned the entire time. I followed my mother into the living room until I came across 2 large suitcases centered on the dining room floor with my favorite teddy bear sitting next to them. I began

Now I have realized that this is my life. I’ve been tossed from foster home to foster home until I was finally placed in a content home by the age of 8. I often have flashbacks of me and my biological parents but I feel that this is actually what motivates me the most. God does everything for a reason. This is what actually makes me a stronger person. It may be unbelievable but i currently have 26 brothers and sisters. My mom has 10 children 6 girls and 4 boys. My dad has 16 children 12 girls and 4 boys. As i grew up i met each and everyone of them , we have built an unbreakable bond that no one would have ever expected. Being from a very large family i have learned so much throughout my journey. We all had eachothers back. It was not all glory though , we had many bad times , i mean we argued , we fought , we loved , and laughed about it at the end. However , i was unique not only because of who i am but because i am a twin. we were seperated after birth. I have many pictures of us at birth but i cannot remember a single moment we shared. A couple months after i was legally adopted i was informed of my twin sister where i was given a phone number to contact her and information that she lived in Jacksonville,Fl with my great aunt while i lived in Newark,Nj. Everytime i tried calling her i could never reach her. Recently i asked my mom if it was anyway possible that she can help me get in contact with my

Although , i came from a really harsh background and we didn’t have much money i knew i didn’t want to be a statistic. i knew i wanted to be successful so i had to make a tramatic change. i had to focus and i knew going to a college in newark nj i wouldn’t be able to focus. i knew everyone there and every other day someone was being killed. so i decided to save up my money from my job and attend a school where i knew i would be able to focus and accomplish my goal without any