Narrative Essay On Foster Home

Here I am sitting in a waiting room with my blanket and trying to think of anyone else who would wants a kid like me. My mom should be fine considering she doesn't have to worry about us. She didn't care about anything else the happened before. I have 2 brothers. One older brother named Marcous also a younger brother named A.J. they are 5 and 1 years old. I haven't seen my brothers for 13 weeks. I’ve been too three different foster homes of the last 13 weeks. Each time one or both foster parents end up crying everyday or getting really frustrated. I can sometimes overhear them say I'm too bossy and too rude or never listen. My worker named Miranda has decided that I should be moved up a level, into “treatment” foster care. I guess its where bad
I ask “ can i have some more ice, this isn't enough?”. she rolls her eyes and says “fine”. She came back with so much ice I immediately felt happy! While sitting here chewing on my ice I'm feeling better and feel satisfied. The time passes by so fast. Just as i finish my ice the couple and Miranda walks out of the room with big smiles. After they signed fifty-thousand papers Miranda said to me” behave and smile!” ”i will! They might be back in a few days.” Two minutes later I was on my way for a new home. To the Bradbury family. We finally get there and it is this huge house with lots of grass and other children. I'm feeling really shy. As i walk into the house i immediately though i had a family.I felt so welcomed and the love was so strong. From this moment al together i had seven brothers and four sisters. I've never lived with this many kids before. i wonder how this will turn out. I don't really know how to act my age, I only know how to be older and “boss” people around. When I don't like something ill tell you, if I think you should eat I will try and make you eat thats just how I am. Switching into these peoples homes has been a big