Narrative Essay On Foster Home

My brother and I went from foster home to foster home. But after 18 we spent some time on the streets. Somedays we didn’t know if we would have food for the next day. Growing up the longest time we lived in one place was the St. Marries orphanage, which for 11 years, was our home. My Brother was always the more adventurous person, he would always say yes and never turn down an opportunity. I was shy and was happy to just be with my self, thinking and imagining. Most of the times, I would just sketch and draw, happy to be in my own bubble.

Once my brother turned 18, we decided to run away together. I didn’t want to be left behind in the foster home. It was no fun living there and I didn’t want to be alone without my big brother. We moved to New York city. The city had always fascinated us, the lights and the people and culture. We hitched a ride in the train and once we reached, hid under the bridge.

New York city was much more hospitable than I anticipated. I found many other young adults, some my age. Under the bridge was the gathering place for all homeless in New York city. We

Every day we were alive we were happy. Survival was tough but we learnt fast. My brother made a lot of friends and soon enough he started the only business a street kid could do. He started selling drugs. It suited my brother because he loved the excitement. Soon he had money and we moved into a one-bedroom apartment. That was the happiest day of our lives. In the years that passed by, I also started to get involved. My brother had recruited quite a few people who helped grow our business. The business boomed, and I thought it was because all the rich people in New York were lonely. They had traded money for loneliness. We had regular customers always buying from us and recommending us to their friends. We were making steady money and I was becoming more and more lonely. The city was having effect on me