Being a foster sister is hard. Not knowing when you wake up if you will have your little siblings when you go to sleep that night. Never knowing if someone is going to take them away. And it's impossible to harden your heart. Especially when you know that these kids have never been loved like this. Knowing that these poor kids have faced things that no one should.
When we first got the kids, my dads voice scared Blake(1). Blake was afraid of everything. He even hoarded food. He was always hiding food in his high chair, or in the couch, or stuck under something. It was so sad.
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