A Kind Stranger

My name is James. Back when I was a child I was very lonely and unhappy. I had no family, I was an orphan. I spent most of my childhood with foster parents never staying with anyone for more than a year or two. I wasn’t a problem child; I guess I was just unlucky when it came to foster parents.

One of the families I stayed with when I was about four years old moved out of the area because of a job change and didn’t want to adopt me.

Another couple I stayed with when I was seven years old thought they couldn’t have children but when my foster mother became pregnant I was no longer wanted so I had to return to the orphanage.

The first couple of times I was pulled away from my foster parents it hurt, it hurt me real bad. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t stay with them. After that I learned not to get close to my foster parents anyone. I just went into a shell to protect my fragile feelings.

Thinking back I never got many, if any hugs from most of my foster parents. Oh sure they fed me and told me when to go to bed but most of the time I was pretty much on my own. At that young age I didn’t know any better, I didn’t know or understand what a normal real family was like so I thought that was the way it was. Looking back on my young life I guess some of them where in it for the money.

I was transferred in and out of a number of schools and as a result I didn’t have any close friends. Always being the new kid I was picked on a lot. This caused me to stay away from them and I tried to keep a low profile, avoiding others, and didn’t make friends.



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