A Tale of Two Homes: I Finally Stood Up to My Sneaky Foster Mom
"When I was 15, my older sister Te-li and I were taken away from my mother because she was mentally ill. On moving day, a red van pulled up to my grandma's apartment building. A middle-aged black woman in a T-shirt and jeans got out. It was Ms. Tate, our new foster mother. I never reported the lack of food, the cold showers, or Ms. Tate never being around. I was always afraid of the "what if's." What if I get put into a worse home; what if the other foster mother is meaner; what if the new home is filthy."
