I was just 3 years old, when my mom was taken from me. My little bro, would just sit and cry. While I, had to tell him, it would be alright, but in my heart, I knew that is was a lie. My mom would never, come back.
how would you know? What its like, to be in a foster home, where you move all the time. How would you know what its like, if you don't have a voice to speak? just how would you know? Now its been 9 yrs, since the incident. That Ive been trying to hide for so long. I would get a boyfriend here and there, but I, would have to, move. I would go to a new house, and just when I started to, adjust, I would, move a gain. its been so long now, that I am on my own, and now, I am to be adopted. i know this is the right place for me, but why do I still cry? I am just frightened, and scared to death, that I don't know how to react. How would you know? How would you know that I'm not crying every nite and how would you know, that I feel so weird inside, you wouldn't even understand the way I feel tonight.
