the difference between a foster kid and a “normal” kid

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As a Foster Kid…

You dream of flying to space, not because you dream of becoming an astronaut, …but because you dream of getting the fuck away.

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You finally get the courage up to tell your “parents” a secret about your past or your abuse or something scary … and the next day or two, they get rid of you because it is more than they wanted to deal with.

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When you wake up,  you have no clue where you are… because you have slept in so many beds and so many rooms, that nothing defines YOUR space.

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You walk home from the school bus stop and forget where you live… because you have lived in so many houses, nothing screams “HOME” anymore.

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You have learned to like spegetti 20 different ways… because every home uses a different sauce, noodle, and cheese.

You don’t have a favorite brand of soap or shampoo … because you get what is “on sale.”

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You find a wad of gum stuck under your bed … and its not yours.

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You answer to anything when someone calls a name … because different places call you different things; some use your full name, some use your nickname, and some use a random name that *they* think is cute.

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You miss school to attend court and when you get there, you have to show the newbie worker where interview room 205 is… because she is new to the courthouse and you are not.

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You answer a ringing phone and say “that person does not live here” and hang up… then realize they do live here; you just forgot where you were.

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You call everyone “mom” and “dad”… because those words have no real  meaning anymore.