Imagine being three years old and being ripped away from the only parents you have ever known; just because they are not your legal parents. Imagine being seven and having lived in more homes than you can count on one hand; the last home having lasted for three years. You thought this one would finally be the home that adopted you. The family wanted you, but the grown-ups in the Department that always tears you away; that is always coming; always moving you, says no you have to move again.
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