I pulled my blanket to my chin, warm already in my blue footed pajamas. My eyelids slowly began to find their other halves when again that thought shot through the warmth and sent cold tremors up the back of my neck and onto the top of my blonde head. I rolled onto my stomach and began to hum and bang my head against the tops of my hands.

“What if they don’t want me anymore and tomorrow they send me away?” This agonizingly painful idea was always sitting in wait at the back of my conscience, stalking my happy dreams in which this would be my forever family; the despair-driven belief ready to pounce and destroy those happy dreams whenever I began to push away the memories of hunger, abandonment and abuse.

I banged my head harder and harder, humming more intensely, trying to forget the torture, to kill the monster lurking in my mind. A deep voice rumbled through the dark.

“Aaron, quit the humming, you are waking everyone up!” The voice belonged to my foster Dad, a loving man in every way, but a little cranky when woken up sooner than he wanted.

“Get some sleep, Aaron. Tomorrow you have a long day. You are going to want to have lots of energy for when they pick you up.” His voice was much gentler with these words.

My mind raced as my heart withered and died. I heard the door to my foster parents’ bedroom shut at the end of the hallway. “What long day? No one said anything. Who is coming to take me away? Did I do it again? Did I make these people not love me anymore?”

The ideas and dark visions violently thrashed any beginnings of hope about the following day. I slid from my bed, not making a sound, but silently sobbing uncontrollably. I went to my closet and pulled out my tiny, tattered yellow vinyl suitcase. I slammed the suitcase onto my bed.

This suitcase was the same one that I always had to pack before leaving and switching families. I packed clothes, a few toys, and a picture of the foster family; then I dressed, and I sat on my bed and waited in the dark. I sat afraid, broken, and alone in the dark.

The sun was just beginning to spread the multi-colored warmth when I heard my parents’ door open, and then the footsteps coming down the hallway. My foster Mom paused in front of my door, and then reached one of her long, lovely, feminine hands in to turn on my light.

“Aaron, why are you up so early?” My foster Mom barely whispered the words before lightly tip-toeing to my bed and placing one arm around me as she sat down.

“I am all ready to go, I even already packed.”

“Sweetie, you are not staying the night at Grandma and Grandpa’s house, just during the day so Dad and I can go shopping. Maybe we can talk to them and see if they will let you spend the night anyway. Is that what you want to do?”

My heart swelled with hopeful rejuvenation. “Ye..no..I want to stay here tonight.” I fought back the tears.

“Okay. Is it whatever you want to do, Sweetie,” she said through kisses on my forehead. “You want to come help me get breakfast ready?”

On our way out the door, my Mom noticed my tiny, tattered vinyl yellow suitcase. “Oh, why don’t we just throw that thing away, and go get you a new bag? This thing is just filthy!”

“Mommy, can I take it to the trashcan outside?”

“Yep, you sure can. Let’s get this unpacked.” She unzipped the suitcase and a little smile illuminated her face as she held up the picture of the family, me sitting in the middle of my foster Mom and Dad and two brothers. My foster Mom came over and gave me a big hug.

With every kick, the heaviness in my heart lightened. That symbol of my fear was in two pieces and smashed, barely recognizable as a suitcase. Panting, I finally picked up the pieces and threw them into the large brown trashcan, a toothy grin dominating my face.

I went inside, up the steps and into the kitchen. My foster Mom turned and smiled. My foster Dad strode into the kitchen and gave me a bear hug. Then that evil thought came once again. I squeezed my foster Dad’s neck tighter, and the thought slowly weakened, until I locked that monster into the deepest part of my mind.

“Aaron thought he was going to spend the night at Grandma and Grandpa’s, and boy was he gonna miss us, he even packed a picture.” My foster Dad squeezed a little harder. “Isn’t that right, Aaron?”

I simply said, “Yes.” I knew my foster Parents would never know just how much.

Growing up in foster care, that tiny, tattered yellow vinyl suitcase always accompanied me while I switched families, rules and routines. I hated that suitcase. Packed and ready to go, it was a constant reminder of how unstable my life was and how the threat of moving made every day uncertain. One of my happiest memories is tearing that suitcase apart.

It is not easy to grow up in the foster care system – ask Nebraska’s nearly 6,300 foster children. They spend an average of more than a year in foster care, often separated from brothers and sisters, friends and family. More than 40 percent of Nebraska’s foster children will move more than three times while in care. I spent six years in foster care and – with my yellow suitcase – moved six times.

I am fortunate, because I was adopted by the same family that allowed me to finally lock my fears away and upgrade my suitcase; fortunate because my nomadic childhood ended, because I knew even before being adopted that this family and I shared an unconditional love.

But I am waiting for all children in the foster care system to be able to join permanent, loving families. Not having a permanent home affects children and youth deeply, with young children never knowing how long they will stay or where they will go next. Almost 20 percent of foster youth now wait five or more years for the permanent family that should be their birthright.

Foster children must wait too long to join families. We want Congress to know that these vulnerable children have also waited too long for foster care reform.

Changes in the way the federal government pays for foster care could mean that - instead of most federal dollars being used to remove children from their homes and enter foster care - programs and services that help keep children out of foster care or prevent them from spending too long in the system could be supported. This might mean funding drug treatment programs, providing affordable housing for families, or putting more money into job training and parenting classes – all designed to help families stay together. It could mean making sure that children can leave foster care quickly to join a permanent family and be reunited with their brothers and sisters. It could mean that states would be better able to address the individual needs of the children and families in their care.

Too many children have spent days, months, and years in the foster care system, waiting for a permanent, loving family. It is up to all of us to make sure that they don’t have to wait any longer.

This story is written by Aaron Weaver who is a 2006 FosterClub All-Star and now an employee of FosterClub. He grew up in Lincoln, Nebraska

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Betty J McKeithen,Hey Aroni

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Betty J McKeithen,Hey Aroni Think you are a strong person and thanking God you are with family that has unconditional love .Helped you to lock you fear's away and Aron you got a upgraded in life.

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Aaron thank you for your

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Aaron thank you for your story. My husband and I just adopted a 13 year old girl who did not know what unconditional love was. She too had packed her bag and when asked what she was doing she responded with "well I have been her 4 months today and it should be time for me to move again." She was in foster care in here in Oregon for 5 1/2 years. We were her ninth placement. When the adoption was final we had a candle ceremony with all of the family members lighting a unity candle. Lighting this candle to her was you tearing up your yellow suitcase. You can tell she has finally found unconditional love and lets herself be loved. Thank you again.

From Adoptive and Foster Mom
in Oregon

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Hey Brittany, The true

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Hey Brittany,
The true beauty in life is found when you come through the challenges in your life stronger than when they started. During certain times in my life I have not wanted to face the next day, have wanted to just lie down rather than stand and put my face in the wind and keep moving forward. I realized though that with every new day comes a new set of expectations and dreams, and the greatest part is that you can choose your dreams and expectations.
It sounds to me like you are very worried about moving again, and even more worried about losing the connection you have made with your foster family. Let me ask you a couple of clarifying questions: Have they said something about wanting you to move? Are you looking for things that might not really mean anything bad but because you are so worried and have had a rough time lately it makes you think your foster family might get to that point? Every family has things that come up and no family has everything perfect. If your foster family is saying they love you, and more importantly you feel as though they do indeed love you then let them love you. It is okay to have as much love and care in your life as is possible.
Now about those thoughts...As I said before, life has ups and downs and both are beautiful, but if you are having these thoughts it is very important to tell your foster family, to tell your caseworker, to tell your therapist if that applies. As Steve said just before me, you can also call the National Adolescent Suicide Hotline @ 800-621-4000. Having those thoughts does not make you a bad person, it just means that right now you need all of the support that the people around you can give, but those people have to know that you need support. Remember, it is okay to ask for help, and even more okay to say that you will accept that help. I read your profile, and you say that you are very happy with where you are living, so let yourself be happy. Part of being happy is knowing yourself and knowing where you are in your life journey. Letting someone help you is like using a compass to find a treasure, or even the treasure map itself. Different people will support you in different ways, just like different tools can help you to find a treasure. Utilize those people as best as you can, because the treasure of happiness is an amazing thing. Remember though the rough times are a part of life, but obstacles are made to be overcome.
Bottom line is this: ask for help, let your foster family know how you feel, if you do feel loved let yourself enjoy that feeling.

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Hi Britney, I'm really sorry

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Hi Britney,
I'm really sorry to hear that sometimes you feel suicidal when bad things happen. I haven't ever had the opportunity to meet you before, and your comment makes me really sad. I'm sure there are many people in your life that care about you very very much. To be honest with you, I am not an expert on this, so I strongly recommend you talk to someone who is by calling the National Adolescent Suicide Hotline @ 800-621-4000. I'm sorry things aren't going well. They'll get better. Hang in there.

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hey aaron,my name is

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hey aaron,my name is brittany and i am only 13 now and every since i turned 12 to 13 i want 2 kill my self wen bad things happen and im scared im goin 2 do it one day wat should i do? and i am scared that my parents r going 2 start 2 get mad at me more and than just 4get bout me and i will have 2 go wid another foster family and i have been threw alot latly and since i've been taken from my real family.plz sum 1 leave me a comment on my profile or sumthing 4 advice i need it badly.i hope i am right wen i feel that these foster parents im with do love me cuz thats how i feel and they say they love me.im so worrie and scared im goin 2 get into another foster family or end up killing myself...plz help any1

=)love where im living<3

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the family i live with give

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the family i live with give me the same love. when i was 10 i permenately got stuck in this system and was emotional about everything. when i tured 14 all i wanted to do was run away when things got hard but my foster mom didn't let me. i am glad she didn't.

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Aaron, you've beautifully

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Aaron, you've beautifully and skillfully shared your story, which brings me to tears. Having worked in adoption and foster care, I've seen the "good, bad, and ugly" sides. I commend you for your work now and for sharing a personal and painful story in order to inspire others, provide insight, and illuminate the plight of overcoming insecurity. Love, consistency, and a stable environment--really, that's what children want and need, not the newest toy. Thank you again for sharing. Please write more!
~AJK

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Aaron, Thank you for

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Aaron, Thank you for allowing your story to be heard. I have a very emotionally damaged little boy and he shakes and bangs his hands and head and it annoys me but after reading your story I will look at him with love and compassion and I will help him see safety and security. I will also load him with hugs and kisses as much as he will allow.

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Aaron i would like to thank

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Aaron i would like to thank u. thank you for giving me confidence that i will make it through all the challenges i would face sorry for my spelling but i have pulled an all niter. but your story and every one else who has shared has inspiered me to move on i hope i can put my story out ther and make a change some day too.. i am SUPERMAN i can do it ...Iam what Iam!

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Wow- thank you for

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Wow- thank you for sharing!
You are a very strong person. :)
lots of love!!!

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ARON, THANK YOU FOR YOUR

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ARON, THANK YOU FOR YOUR STORY. I AM A CASA VOLUNTEER WORKING WITH A YOUNG LADY IN FOSTER CARE. YOUR STORY REALLY HAS HELPED ME UNDERSTAND HOW MY YOUNG LADY IS FEELING. I HAVE ALWAYS SINCED A FEELING OF SADDNESS ABOUT HER. YOUR STORY HAS ENLIGHTENED MY SENSES. MAY GOD BLESS AND KEEP YOU ARON.
WANDA COPELAND
MONROE, LA

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HI we just became a foster

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HI we just became a foster family and recieved our first call yesterday

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Aaron, thank you for

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Aaron, thank you for sharing. My husband and I are considering becoming foster parents, and I have been researching this on the Internet and stumbled onto your story. You are so courageous and beautiful to put this out there, and it has helped me to decide this is really something we need to do. We have our own 5-year-old boy and have hesitated to bring another child into our home. But after reading your story, I feel so compelled to try to make a difference. Your adoptive parents must be wonderful, and they obviously raised a fine young man. God bless you, and thanks for writing your story for us.
Heidi Rafferty
Harrodsburg, Kentucky

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Aaron, your story is moving!

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Aaron, your story is moving! Not only does it paint a picture of how emotionally detrimental foster care can be, but you do more than tell your story. You are speaking out for the masses who share the same kind of experiences and you challenge the goveernment. I love it. By the way, your writing is amazing! I bet you've written other stories, and I sure would like to read some sir...
-Mia

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I've read this before when

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I've read this before when you were still writing it but it's always good everytime I re-read it!!! It's very powerful and sends a great message!!!
Good Job Aaron!!! We are all proud of you!!!
*Shondraya*

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