I identified Santa as a big and powerful person that could easily take me away from my new family.
It’s about raising awareness and hoping for a change for those involved in the world of foster care and adoption.
we are lost in wonder as to what you would have been.
It stung. I had a deep yearning to be accepted, to feel like I belonged, to know that I was part of a family forever.
so, if something I post is about a high school experience and the next is about when I turned eight, know that I am a work in progress.
If I sit with this for too long, I get angry. It feels dehumanizing. Am I just a commodity for someone’s desires?