Sierra Young

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

I am currently eighteen years old. When I was seven years old, I was removed from my home by DHS and placed in the children's shelter. Upon leaving there, i went to a foster home in Springdale. I was only in second grade, and i was starting at my third school that year. After a while at my foster home, i was placed in the care of my aunt and uncle whom later adopted me. When i was fifteen I moved in my biological mother and a few months later she was diagnosed with breast cancer. We lived in an RV for about two years, and i now live with my sister in Bentonville. Three days ago i found out that my biological father, who i never got the chance to meet, passed away August 3, 2014. He has five other children. After counting all of my siblings, I have twenty siblings. I have had a hectic life, but I am doing everything I can to make it slightly less crazy. I am currently a senior in high school. I am hoping to graduate on time, go to college, and get my doctorates in psychology.