My life

Hello,

My name is Tracy and I am 25 years old.

In my stories, I will tell you about my life. Because, I want to show you how over the years I overcame trial after trial.

Let's start!

In 1995 exactly on February 2, my mother gave birth to me, she was 17 and my father 16. These were parents who had a lot of difficulty in life, including drug use. Unfortunately because of that they fed me badly and left me in my park to party. They would always argue and go their separate ways and come back together. In winter, during my few months with my single mother, the apartment caught fire where we lived. We lost our home and slept under apartment stairs for a few days. Then my mother saw that I was starting to not feel well. So she started to hitchhike to get me to the hospital. On site, the nurses diagnosed me with severe pneumonia. A week later and my mom still by my side to see if everything is ok, she wasn't even going out once until a nurse told her to go relax and take a good bath hot. She listened to the lady and left. We haven't seen her for a week ... So they contacted the children's department to bring me into foster care. And a week later my mother arrived at the hospital too late and I was already gone.

From that point on, childhood service was part of my life. From what I know, I would have been in about five foster families from the age of six months to one and a half years. One day in my fifth family a lady visited them, because they were selling fish and we could also catch fish in an artificial lake. She sees me there and thinks to herself that I was so pretty with my blue eyes, my golden blonde hair and curls of gold, that she told one of her daughters about me. A few weeks or months later, the lady's daughter receives a phone call. The children's department asked her if she would still have room for one more child. She says yes and guess who happened in her life…. Me as she told me, I saved her life. Because, she had just lost one of her disabled foster daughters who passed away not long before I arrived. Thanks to this, she cured her grief better. When I got to her house, my social worker explained to her that I was going to have to relearn how to feed myself because I had been malnourished. So she gave me baby cereal, then baby puree to finish with more solid food. She also had to buy me new clothes, because I had old clothes and a lot of boys' clothes. In this foster family there were other children, including a disabled little girl and my foster mother's two daughters. Her partner was a very shy person and worked a lot in his garage or in the woods. These two girls were soon in their teens, the older one was around 12 and the younger about 7.

From that point on, my social worker asked my host mother, if everything was going well, I had been there for 4 months. In December (at my 22 months), seen the past 4 months and everything was going well, my social worker decided to ask the court, that I be placed for 1 year. That year, my birth mother was not allowed to have direct contact with me, nor to call my host family for news. She had to go through the children's department to find out everything. On the other December (when I was 2 years and 10 months old), another 1 year placement took place, because my birth mother was doing everything to make it not work. The children's department said that she gave them a late line. Visits began to take place at that time. I would go to my birth mother to visit her with a supervisor and then she would come to see me at my host family. At first, everything was fine. On the second of December (at my 3 years and 10 months) another 1 year placement took place, because as you can see she did not change as she was still in consumption and my biological father too. So, continued the same routine as the year before. There was a time when my host mother objected, that whenever I returned from my visit, my behavior was difficult. The social worker decided that he would now just have visits to my foster family and that's it. Another year passing and already another December (at my 4 years and 10 months).The social worker suggested to my foster mother if they wanted to have me until I came of age. My foster parents chatted together and decided to accept. On the other hand, it was necessary to go through the court and that the judge accepts. He agreed and I was officially their foster daughter until I was 18.

The continuation in the other story which will follow.