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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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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 while I'm good, he'... Read more

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By heather09 — Jul 18, 2008

I remember abruptly waking up to the sound of glass shattering and my baby sister screaming. I tried to look around in the darkness to figure out what was going on, but couldn’t tell. My mother grabbed me and tried to hide me behind a rocking chair... Read more

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By FosterClub — Jul 1, 2008

My Father raped me and said it was love. I can remember hiding in the bathroom when I was small, scared that my father was going to touch me in places where I did not feel comfortable. Some days when my mother would go out, I would... Read more

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By FosterClub — May 14, 2008

The Memories of My Rape Won't Leave Me. By Anonymous It wasn't my fault. That's what people say. Still, it haunts me every day. I wonder all the time, what did I do that made this happen? Does the fact that I was... Read more

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