Personal Narrative: Foster Home
Grandma is kind full,of heart….No matter where I am. What I’m doing. She follows every step. She makes sure I am alright and how I’m doing in life.
Today, me and Grandma were mournful that I’m move into a different foster home. We remember how much things we did together, going to neighbor to help out corn, eating honey from a beehive, and going for a walk in the valley street full of people that we have known.
A fresh new day. I noticed my Uncle was nice a man, but Auntie was not at all. All I know is that she still cares about me. Also my life is not the same. Day after day, month after month pass, the days are almost the same. I wonder if Grandma will ever come see me again. Usually in the morning I eat buns/dumplings or rice. It was alright,
Today, me and Grandma were mournful that I’m move into a different foster home. We remember how much things we did together, going to neighbor to help out corn, eating honey from a beehive, and going for a walk in the valley street full of people that we have known.
A fresh new day. I noticed my Uncle was nice a man, but Auntie was not at all. All I know is that she still cares about me. Also my life is not the same. Day after day, month after month pass, the days are almost the same. I wonder if Grandma will ever come see me again. Usually in the morning I eat buns/dumplings or rice. It was alright,