Everyone has something that makes them different, and they affect their lives in different ways. I am in 5th grade and until 2010 we had a normal family, I had a big brother named Jordan, my mom, and my dad. I was the youngest child. In 2010 I became a foster brother.
In the hot summer of 2010 my mom complained on the phone to The Division of Youth And Family Services. My mom complained that we hadn’t had a placement in more then a year and the foster care system was to blame. Five minutes after the call they called back.
There was an 18-month-old baby who needed a home. That baby’s name was Gayle. Even though we weren’t looking for a baby to take care of we did anyway, because we had just complained. It was 8:00 at night when the foster care workers brought her to our house. That night I went to the door and gave her a stuffed animal sheep. She was a little scared of my big brother and my dad at first though after a while she got used to us. Me, my dad, my mom, and my big brother did last minute things like ran out to get a crib at 9:00, and picked up packages of diapers. Months and months went by and nothing happened. By that time I called her my sister, not foster-sister.
I get asked many questions about my sister. One of them is “do you love your brother any more then you love Gayle?”I find this question quite ridiculous because family is family, and you love all family. Another frequently asked question is “how does her mom feel?” I explain that her mom knows that she can’t take care of Gayle anymore and she wants my family to adopt her.
I am excited because we are supposed to adopt Gayle sometime during the late Spring or Summer of this year! Being a foster brother has been a great experience.
I am proud of the way it makes me different.
Sibling Flaunts