I grew up in foster care. Not my entire childhood, but a significant portion of it was spent in the homes of strangers. Never having my own things, never having my own memories, no common thread but change and the expectation of it.  From the ages of nine until 18, the people who inhabited my life were there by government mandate, paid a salary to house me, ask me questions, take note of my wellbeing or lack-thereof.

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