I never hid the fact that I was a foster kid. Itās not something that ever occured to me to do so honestly.
I know that most recently quite a few of you got a glimpse of who I was before Rosa and Victor took me into their homeā¦ both of them had been foster children as well. I was nearly twelve years old when they took me in-- and I was past the āideal rangeā for a successful child adoption, and on top of that I had a slew of issues that made it very likely that I would age out of the system before they could find a home that would take me.
But that wasnāt the way that Rosa and Victor were. They wanted the children that they system seemed to be disillusioned with. Kids like I who didnāt trust others, stole and cursed and fought, kids who seemed āunadoptableā. There were six of us.
Adoption basically saved my life, and I hope to one day do the same.
My family has been on my mind a lot lately. I miss them. I miss having pictures and all sorts of things, especially on days like today.
[Freddy]You know that grilled chicken and pineapple stir fry bowl thing that Victor used to like to make? I found a recipe for something similar online today and I was considering making it for dinner tonight mostly because Iāve been thinking about them a lot.
What do you think? Wanna help?