We were frequently relocating from house to house and I could never permanently call a place “my home.” I had to share a room with my brother and sister and every morning, at six o’clock I woke up to do chores. I was constantly cleaning the bathroom, washing the dishes and folding clothes and at school, no matter how hard I tried, I struggled to understand the teachers. People regularly asked where my mother was, which made question if she was ever coming back for me. Every Thursdays, my siblings and I each had at least ten minutes to speak with her and when it was my turn, I heard her peaceful voice, almost as if she was right next to me.
We stayed there until the spring of fifth grade. Know I live in my still incomplete house on Glen Dr. Looking back to my childhood (well I still am a child), some good memories are with my mother in the spring sitting on our porch drinking coffee. Yes, I have drank coffee since I could sing, because my mom made us sing for a sip of coffee. We would also watch the storms come in on our porch because my mom has always loved storms and it is something that I enjoy with her.
Foster Care The day I got taken away was a day I remember like no other. It feels like it just happened yesterday. The police came to my friend’s house, where I was staying for the weekend and came to pick me up. I went home to get some clothes
I remember seeing a whole bunch of random people at the airport. And then this whole group of people is crowding around me and it took me a while to put all the pieces together and I see my brother saying hi to everyone and then I realized holy cow this is my family. On the way to the car I was counting how many people were actually here and I had 6 uncle 's, 6 aunt 's, more than 15 cousins and 4 grandparents. I could not believe my eyes for the first time in eleven years I was with family.
he foundation of my personal hell was laid that day. I was in absolute terror for the remains five minutes of the trip to my house. I slowly reached for the handle to the car door, but my hand was trembling so badly I missed the handle on my first attempt. The calm tone of my father’s voice was in dissonance with the anger he outwardly displayed. He told me to go straight to the basement and wait for his arrival. I heard my father speaking to my sister in hushed tones. In order to understanding of what they were discussing it was necessary for me to get closer to the two of them, but I only dared to venture to the third step from the bottom. I was close enough to hear what they were saying from that distance while also being close enough to
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
The biggest memory that I had was when I was sent to foster care. It started years ago when my dad decided to drink every single day and social services didn’t think that was something kids to be around so my sister and I had to stay with my grandma for a few months. We couldn’t stay with my mom because she didn’t have a house or a job and none of her boyfriends wanted kids in their house. My mom didn’t like us staying with our grandma because she’s not a nice person to be around. After the cops showed up at my grandmas’ house, my mom kinda had custody of us.
I remember my dad setting up the hog trap with the leftover food we had after dinner. That trap is now nothing but pile of rust that lies just behind a dirt road. I remember running my fingers down the old chain link fence behind the house which was removed to expand the house. I remember waking up in the morning with the smell of bacon and staring at the particle board ceiling, making pictures out of all the random shapes. Now that board has been replaced with a nice painted boring wall.
When I was placed in the foster care system I had an ideology that getting to know people was the best way to avoid conflict and to help them and help myself. Unfortunately, this theory did not work in my first foster home for many reasons. However, when I was moved to South Central, I applied this theory and it worked. The first day I arrived to my new home I set to fix my broken drawer. I applied past knowledge to fix it. Although that was something normal for me to do, my foster parents had the relief that I would actually care about the house. Before I arrived, Milagro wanted to stop being a foster mother because she had many bad experiences. Milagro my foster mother, is able to understand my pain and solitude, because she understands what
Baby Project This past weekend I embarked on a journey, and no probably not the journey you think of. This weekend I had to take home the Real Care Baby project. Going into this project I was not really quite sure what to expect.
I lived with my mom, dad, and my younger brother in a house on eight acres by the more rural part of town. I never imagined that one day we would never be together again. I used to hear my parents argue after dusk. At the time, I did not think anything about their disputes. I thought that most parents disagreed like that
So here I was a 9th grade being only 14 taking care of my sister (who is two years younger than me) having no license or anything to help me. I learned to be really independent and caring, also I matured for my age faster than most kids at my age. After my Mina passed away my parents fought worse than ever and seperated and I went and lived with my mom
I have for some experience with the Foster Care System. I use to provide Foster Care in my own for numerous years for children of all ages. In my opinion, the Foster Care System needs a lot of work, however, the quality of care depending on who the case of a social worker and the Foster parents is for the child. Your provider 's who truly care about the child and really want to make a difference. Then there are those providers who simply do it as a business and for the money. Most of my Foster children were either children I knew or family members, so my investment in their lives was truly base on love and caring for the well-being of the child. I think in the Foster Care System a lot more emphasis need to be placed on plays and the children
Reporter stated the following: The child is not in DHS custody. We make medical and school decisions. I met the mom this summer at WIC. The mom and her three kids lived with us this summer. The mom then moved in with her boyfriend. We got Kenneth enrolled in school. The mom then moved in with people from the church. We received guaridanship on October 6th. She (mom) left her kids in Tallahatchie MS and it was reported. When the mom left the kids in Tallahatchie MS it was reported. I got Kenny and took him to school. The mom was high as a kite when she brought Kenny on October 5th. When the mom brought Kenny on October 5th she was smoking pot in the car with him. I called today because she has seeing her over here. She sees on the weekend.