I grew up in a broken home my entire life. I barely remember my biological parents being together as my mother abandoned my two siblings, my father and I when I was around the age of 5 to pursue a homosexual life style. I remember crying because I couldn’t understand why she didn’t want us. My dad was a super hero when it came to single parenting and he did everything in his power to give us a good life. He married the woman that is now my mother when I was 7 years old, and having a maternal figure in my life was the best feeling ever. She wanted us and I craved that so badly.
An 18 year-old aged-out foster teen came to us two years ago after she left her home state hoping to start over in Panama City. After things didn’t go as planned she was referred to us by someone who had known her through a foster group home in her home town. She stayed with us nine months and did some growing up, got her driver’s license, began work on the GED exam, and resolved some family issues. She returned home, got a job, and eased into independent adulthood. Today she called to tell us she had finally completed her last GED unit and had passed! She was thrilled to complete that goal.