The following piece is a college essay by Cazenovia High School senior Grace Eberle. She is a student in Christie Brenneck's English class.
Have you ever wondered what life would be like if your parents were never in it? Many kids would say "Great! Nobody to tell me what to do, where to go, when to be home, and what chores to do." Well, my childhood was like that, and the freedom that kids dream about because it sounds fun and enjoyable isn't all that it's cracked up to be. As a young child, I was taken from the only family I had ever known and placed into the foster care system with my two younger sisters.
The first foster home I was placed in was a nice place, but it wasn't home. I never thought I would ever love Thelma (my foster mom) the way that I loved MY mom. As time passed, I taught myself to cope with the change and love her and her family the way that I loved my own family. I remember in great detail the night that my birth mom came to my sisters and me. She told us that she loved us. However, she was going to give us up for adoption. I never really understood how a mother could just give up her children, her own flesh and blood to a stranger she barely knew.
In June of 2004, my sisters and I were placed into yet another home. After being rejected several times, I felt hopeless that anyone would love and care for me as one of their own. However, something about this couple was different. I could see that they loved us as if they were our biological parents. Being careful not to get my hopes up, I started making myself believe that this could be the possible forever home I had been looking for. My two younger sisters and I were adopted on December 3, 2004, and I knew in my heart I was where I finally belonged.