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By FC Steve — Oct 24, 2008

I was raised as a Chinese American speaking Cantonese fluently and some Tosanese with my grandma. When I entered foster care at the age of 12, I was no longer my own person. I was told by others on how I should act and behave based on their cultural... Read more

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By FC Steve — Oct 5, 2008

In the U.S. today, there are more than 500,000 children living in foster care. Georgia alone has more than 14,000 children and young people in the foster care system. My brother and I were two of them. Before we entered foster care, I used to clean... Read more

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By FC Steve — Oct 5, 2008

My foster care story is not a typical one, although I can’t say I have ever heard a ‘typical’ story about being in foster care. Unlike many children who suffer the loss of family members at a young age, fear rejection by their foster parents, and... Read more

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By FC Steve — Oct 5, 2008

As college students arrive at school and prepare to start the new academic year, I am reminded of the painful, bittersweet occasions that I – a young person who has aged out of foster care and who recently graduated from college – have experienced... Read more

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By FC Steve — Oct 5, 2008

When I graduated from high school, all I could do was hope for a bright future. In my cap and gown, wearing a smile, I looked just like my classmates. My hopes and dreams for the future were identical to theirs. That is where the similarity ends. I... Read more

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By FC Steve — Oct 5, 2008

Chris entered California’s foster care system at three months old, and remained in the system until he aged out at 18. “I jumped around a lot,” he recalls of his time in foster care, living in 8 different placements until he joined his last foster... Read more

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By FC Steve — Oct 5, 2008

I am 22 with an old soul. Every inch of me is a representation of my grandmother; the way that I cook, the jokes I make, the songs that I listen too, and the way I present myself as a woman. My grandmother took me into her custody at one year old... Read more

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By FC Steve — Oct 5, 2008

We all ran away to our grandparents’ house because they were the only stability we had. Ever since my grandparents and my aunt made that commitment to take four kids into their house at the ages of 72 and 62 and 26 it has been one struggle after... Read more

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By FC Steve — Sep 8, 2008

As a child growing up in a broken home, it was extremely hard for me to create and hold onto healthy relationships. Bouncing from parent to parent and town to town made it very difficult to stay in touch with any of the friends that I had in school... Read more

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By Celeste — Aug 3, 2008

My brother was everything to me. I wish we had stayed together. By Jeremiyah S. Growing up, my brother and I were known as the twin towers. We're both very tall and we both played basketball. Lots of times we'd play together, and... Read more

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