Mine is in a way like that, when I was 9 or something i was badly abused like really really really badly and that carried on for several years till I was put in an adoption centre with my older sister, sadie, we were with many foster carers but they ended up being bad to, when I was about 9 my sister was killed and shot 6 times in the stomach and leg we were walking home from a cafe and it was late and she was about I dunno 14 I can't remember so I went into some deep depression so I was left on my own in the centre again but little did I know that the next year I would be adopted with a perfect family but was it that perfect?
Let's skip a year and I'm adopted from that family, I was jumping up and down I was so so so happy and that's what helped me be more happy so let skip to when I'm 14/now
So I'm 14 now and a couple months ago that family had divorced so now I live with my siblings and there's the oldest, 21, second oldest, 16, me, 14, forth oldest, 10, and last oldest, 9, and me and the oldest are the only black people in my family so yeahhh anyway stay safe hope you enjoyed luv ya baii