In order to know who I am one must know where I began. About 12 years ago, I was put into foster care twice. I’m not in foster care anymore but that doesn’t change the fact that it happened. Anyway, since then I have seen the world differently. Of course, other tragedies still have happened. About 2 years ago my mother passed away. I have moved on since then but regardless, grief is one hell of a thing. Doesn’t meant her memory is lost to me, of course. I still think about her. But even through all the ‘fun’ things that have happened in my life, I still moved through it all. Regardless how bad things may get, and things will get bad, I promise you some people have it a lot worse than you. So, that is my story