My shortest foster stint was five days. That was when the county was laying off social workers and didn’t have time to check up on what was going on in the foster houses.
Let’s just say it was bad and leave it there.
The fifth house was the real heartbreaker, the Garcias.
They were sweet people.
Ten kids, so what was one more?
Mrs. Garcia had this party for her daughter Luz, a Quinceañera. Invited lots of kids from the neighborhood. First time in my life I felt I belonged somewhere.
One day ICE came knocking. They got deported.
Figures.
