I saw my siblings as much as possible. My adoptive family was caring and functional, unlike my biological family. When I lived with my mother, I cooked for everyone, cleaned the house and took care of my brother. When I was at school, I worried if he was okay. My adoptive mother let me know that I had responsibilities, but that taking care of the family was her job as a mother. My adoptive family believes in me and continues to motivate me to be my best. My adoptive mother always told me that I am an intelligent young woman and that I will accomplish anything I set my mind to. He would tell me that I am strong and admire me for all my accomplishments. I graduated from high school with good grades with the help of my foster mom. When I had time, I spent weekends and holidays with my foster family. He still says I can come home anytime. I still talk to her often and she is a grandmother to my children. I found stability and a family that loves me. I guess I would say I was a lucky foster kid. I have my biological family and now an extension of my family with my adoptive mother. I thought family was just your brothers and sisters, mom and dad. Now I know that your families are the people who are there for you in the good times and the bad. I never thought that when I moved into my second foster home I would find a family and find hope for the