Foster Kid
My real name was foster kid when I was young and wanted to find a new family.
My foster mom called me trouble and I used to misbehave at home and at school.
My name was on all the trouble lists at school until I was 11 when I was still struggling.
My name was the slow kid when I was younger because I was the only one who knew I was smart.
my social worker called me challenging. My teacher did too.
My name was group home kid as I moved from home yo home.
My caregivers called me misunderstood.
My name was Kidsave kid.
My Mom called me adorable with lots of potential.
My name was new kid at Hale and in my home when I was 12.
My name was special ed student.
My name was regular kid in Woodland Hills, who I always wanted to be.
My name was my mother's daughter, Eunala, who is very loved.
My name was foster kid at 11.
My real name is Eunice at 14, the smart, loved, honor student who goes to the best school and has the best home ever.
Eunice Medina
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