When one year old, the situation was cold. The thought in mind, was difficult to find. The story was told, in the newspaper sold. From then on out, my feelings in doubt.

Woke up in the hospital, remembering a fall. From the second story window, that I was born to know. Taken away from the people that I love, wishing I could fly away like a dove.

Put in a foster home and not being wanted, had left me feeling extremely haunted. Never being able to be with my parent, the one who had taken care of me with intent. With my father having not enough money, it was seriously nothing funny.

The only way to get me back, was the money that we had lack. But after three months of struggle, that had caused all things to juggle. That money needed was found, which left me feeling safe and sound.

However with hardly enough money to live, had left me wanting to give. Give back to the community, and that respect by volunteering. Finding jobs when I'm free, to give back cause I wouldn't be.

The person I am today, was because of the experience that was hard to say. I hope for the better in the future, to raise my own family with respect to my own personal experience. I love you mom and dad, and because of you I will never be sad.