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Apr. 14th, 2017 05:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
8hyenasSince the second great migration from lj (this is right?) I was looking back through my entries and found this description of my first foster kid.
#1: Stayed 8 months. 4 years old. Hell. On. Earth. I was her fourth placement in 6 months. We never got along. There were perhaps four peaceful moments. Part of it was that we were simply mismatched. But most of it was that she was awful.
^This is the one I fought for in court, and won like a sullen prize. THIS ONE. Not the sweet one, or the needy teen. Her, my first child, who ended back with me after I reluctantly said yes. And then two years later she's mine. My first child, and then my last one too.
Life likes circles.
#1: Stayed 8 months. 4 years old. Hell. On. Earth. I was her fourth placement in 6 months. We never got along. There were perhaps four peaceful moments. Part of it was that we were simply mismatched. But most of it was that she was awful.
^This is the one I fought for in court, and won like a sullen prize. THIS ONE. Not the sweet one, or the needy teen. Her, my first child, who ended back with me after I reluctantly said yes. And then two years later she's mine. My first child, and then my last one too.
Life likes circles.
