At this house it was a totally different living wise. I had my own room all princesses a princess bed, TV, a bunch of toys, clothes everything a kid could ever want. Sure that’s all good and well, but when physically you don’t get treated right that’s also an issue. So I was taken from that house as well. After there it didn’t stop I placed into a numerous amounts of homes. This went on for about roughly a year and a half and I had went through about 5-6 houses. As a foster child ADOPTION never crosses your mind because hey if your own mother didn’t want you then why would any one else. That’s how foster kids see it and so did I. That all changed when I was placed in the home I am still currently at now. As far as I knew this was just another temporary home so I didn’t care about anything, didn’t pay a mind to anything. I was so stubborn. This house was so different nothing at all like the other ones. It was actually safe to be in. I didn’t have to walk around always scared. I had never been in a house for more than 4 months I was at the new home for a year and a half that was something new and eye opening. I was finally adopted at the age of