Personal Narrative: My Journey To A Foster Home

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When I was in the 3rd grade i had a dilemma which was I had to go to a foster home. I was put in a foster home at the age of 7. I remember if it was just yesterday. I have a little memoir of the event. I had to go to a foster home while my mum went to a parenting class just to get me back home. The day i was taken away from my mum i had no idea. I was taken to fresno and i thought i was going home that day, but i was wrong. I knew my way back home but then i asked where we were going and my heart sank. I was thinking of running away because my aunt lived down the road. I also had a plan to be “nice” to my temporary parents just to go back home. I knew deep down that i couldn’t do that to someone who offed to have me there. When i got

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