I have been in foster care since I was seven. I am the only girl and the youngest of seven boys in my family. Three are still in the system and three are out. And the last one, Evan, he was the only one of my brothers closest to me in age (fraternal twins) and in friendship. He was recently killed and I'm still not over it. I grew up in Fuller Park, Chicago. Look it up, it's not the safest.... but it's home to me, and I miss it. It's where my siblings still are.
"Only dead fish go with the flow."
(Evan, my bro) ->
The harder you fall, the stronger you rise.