Foster Care Narrative

It will be 5 years this June that I have been in the Foster Care System, I can still remember walking home from school smelling the fresh breeze of air, all the sweaty kids running to their cars waiting to head home from school, or to the ice cream trucks that all had the same foul smell of cheese and takis that followed every breeze that came near. There was a black car, the one time is what we referred them to, this was something that was not out of the ordinary to see around my home. But today was different, two men wearing business suits stepped out of it and went into my home. I stayed back just to get a glimpse of what was going on. I see my mom rush out of the house and into the car, little did I know this would be the last time I would see her as a

I had to snap out this mindset because it was taking me nowhere, I knew school would be my only escape so that I never had to experience this pain again. My only weakness was my own self doubt holding me back, If I truly wanted change I had to focus on myself and not the mistakes my mother had made. It took me awhile to get over this part of my life and start focusing on my future , I knew I had to make up for messing up my first two years of high school which resulted in such a low GPA. Although my GPA now isn 't the highest it could have been, I have since then received three honor roll certificates for having a 3.0 GPA for 3 different semesters. Pushing through this obstacle has motivated me to push to be successful. Being the daughter of an ex convict would not be what the world would define me as. I would not fall into the system as another lost kid who couldn’t escape the cycle of failure and incarceration but rather as a person who pushed through and made her experience a motivation to push forward and never look