I could never say I was mistreated. Unloved? Sure. But I guess it was an ok childhood. I mean I wasn't beaten around or anything. But let me make it clear people – foster homes are not fun. They do not allow your child a better life and they sure as hell aren't more stable. They just allow your drug addicted mother a pay-check for 'doing the right thing'
See back in the day when I was born the hospital set up a program where mothers who weren't quite equip to being mothers could use a get out of jail free card after they gave birth. The baby would be quietly taken away and put into foster care while the mother was given a pat on the back and an envelope full of cash. It was a good plan and everybody won – mothers got their drug money and no small object to feed or protect, hospital felt like they had saved another life and babies were tossed from home to home around the Country 'cause they were a handful. Did I say everybody won? Oh my bad – everyone BUT the kid were happy. Because much to the shock of the world – no one wanted a smart mouthed kid with reading issues and ADHD (I googled the symptoms at the library when I was 8). So here we are ladies and gentlemen – welcome to the life of Selena. Oh you were waiting for a last name? Sorry I wasn't given one. But I managed a few nicknames over my time in the system perhaps if you pay attention to my story I'll tell you them.