Here is glimpse of my wish list from a diary entry years prior to finding my forever family.
My Perfect Family:
White Picket Fence
A Big Yard
Swimming Pool/Hot tub
Parents that wed out of love and not an arrangement
Care packages in College
My own black and white room
Dogs, Cats and Lots of Pets
Closet full of clothes
Date night with family
A cape cod style house - two stories
Getting grounded/losing internet privileges
Sitting down to eat dinner
A real Christmas tree filled with gifts
Picking out Christmas tree as a family
Taking pictures for Dances
This is my family now:
Electric fence for the animals/big trees to separate the road from the house
A beautiful big yard with soccer net and a custom made swing set that my Dad constructed.
Outside Hot tub
My parents are high school sweethearts that rekindled their love years later
My family sends me flowers for celebrations or in time of need.
My dream black and white room. My room is my sanctuary and my safe place.
A fake electric fireplace my dad loves and my mom ignores.
Two dogs/Two cats/Two Geckos (We even celebrate their birthdays)
A wonderful compassionate mother that I depend on daily
A sensitive and caring Father that makes me laugh
Three beautiful younger siblings that continue to amaze me with their passion for life, and resiliency.
My dream closet full of clothes
Watching Elf for Christmas/Scary movie nights with Dad
A big blue cape cod style house with too many stairs
My parents hold us responsible, and discipline in a safe/healthy way
My parents strongly urge us to come downstairs to eat as a family for dinner. We have our own designated seats.
We go to the same place to pick out our Christmas tree, then we go in the shop for free hot cider and candy canes.
We have one day where we have to decorate the house and tree as a family. It ends up looking like Santa's workshop.
My favorite parts of getting dressed up for dances is watching my parents reaction when they see me. My mother always gasps with admiration, and my dad always smiles and tries to stop himself from tearing up.
I know my happy ending is not a typical story for foster youths, but that doesn’t mean we should stop wishing and hoping for a better life. At the end of the day, the reality is even better than what you dreamt about. Continue to dream about a better life, and then strive to make that happen. I made a commitment to my family to be there daughter and sister for the rest of my life but it took me years of unhealthy relationships, and broken promises to get there.
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