I fear that someone’s supposed judgment of my sexuality will have a direct and negative result on my character.
It’s about raising awareness and hoping for a change for those involved in the world of foster care and adoption.
It feels as if the weight is inescapable and the darkness beneath it, blinding. Slowly, it’s suffocating you.
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.
Sure enough, the side mirror slammed into the mailbox and immediately fell off it’s hinges. I hit the brakes and felt the rush of panic and remorse come over me.
But, now I had a person and a voice connected to those letters that had been written to me so many times before, and now I had a picture of all of us. Together.