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Today was the day. This morning, after all of my other siblings had left for school, I was the only one here with my mom when my littlest sister walked out of our front door for the last time.
Today was the day. This morning, after all of my other siblings had left for school, I was the only one here with my mom when my littlest sister walked out of our front door for the last time.
The poor little girl had no idea what was going on. When she was picked up for her weekly visit, she wouldn’t be returning to our house, and would instead be going to a new home. She laughed about having three mommies now, but she didn’t really understand the situation. We couldn’t really do anything to explain it to her, because she’s just too young to understand.
My mom took all of my little sister’s things out to the car, and I held my little sister’s hand as she walked down our front steps for the last time. I was doing such a good job of holding myself together until I actually had to say good bye to her. That was when I completely lost it. I started crying, and I couldn’t stop, and I felt so bad when my little sister was looking at me, confused about why I was crying. When she was buckled into the car, and my mom told her driver some last-minute information for the new family, my little sister started to cry too. I think that, even though she couldn’t understand what was happening, she knew that something was wrong and that it was a sad time.
Having a foster child leave your home brings about a kind of mourning… as we went about our day, I found myself picturing what my little sister would have been doing if she was still here, and hoping that she wasn’t scared in her new home. I know that this will probably continue for a while. But eventually, I’ll just remember the memories of having her as a little sister, and not worry about her 24/7. It’s sad, but that’s the way my life has been for the past seventeen years.
For the little sister who was just taken out of my life, and all of the other foster children who are facing scary new situations everyday, I wish you all the best and hope that your futures are as bright as you deserve them to be.
I’d greatly appreciate it if you would share this blog with friends and family through your favorite social media sites. If you’re sharing on Twitter, don’t forget to tag me (@TayTayK02) and use the hashtag #TaylorTalks.
Thanks!
Taylor
My mom took all of my little sister’s things out to the car, and I held my little sister’s hand as she walked down our front steps for the last time. I was doing such a good job of holding myself together until I actually had to say good bye to her. That was when I completely lost it. I started crying, and I couldn’t stop, and I felt so bad when my little sister was looking at me, confused about why I was crying. When she was buckled into the car, and my mom told her driver some last-minute information for the new family, my little sister started to cry too. I think that, even though she couldn’t understand what was happening, she knew that something was wrong and that it was a sad time.
Having a foster child leave your home brings about a kind of mourning… as we went about our day, I found myself picturing what my little sister would have been doing if she was still here, and hoping that she wasn’t scared in her new home. I know that this will probably continue for a while. But eventually, I’ll just remember the memories of having her as a little sister, and not worry about her 24/7. It’s sad, but that’s the way my life has been for the past seventeen years.
For the little sister who was just taken out of my life, and all of the other foster children who are facing scary new situations everyday, I wish you all the best and hope that your futures are as bright as you deserve them to be.
I’d greatly appreciate it if you would share this blog with friends and family through your favorite social media sites. If you’re sharing on Twitter, don’t forget to tag me (@TayTayK02) and use the hashtag #TaylorTalks.
Thanks!
Taylor
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