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Hang on to Hope
Season 1, Part 1

Photo story series by Madison Lorfing

HOTH Season 1, Part 1

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“Yes ma’am… I understand that… She’s just a child…… No…… I……… Can’t do that to her……. Of course not…….. Do you have any better ideas? …………… Fine then, we’ll have to move her…….. Again. Yes, yes. Goodbye, Mrs. Allen.”

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I squirmed as I heard Martha on the phone. I could only hear tidbits of her conversation, but I already knew what it meant.
I’m being placed elsewhere.

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The name? Issa. Isadora Winger, specifically, but no one ever called me Isadora. It’s just Issa.

IMG_9416I’m a foster kid. My dad… I never knew him. He was never around much, and I haven’t seen him since I was 2. I don’t remember him very well, and the FCA (Foster Care Act*) can’t find him.

My mom left me on the steps on FCA* at 3 years old, and drove off faster than a bullet, not caring a wink. She didn’t turn around, look back, or even glance in the rear view mirror.

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I haven’t seen either of them since. And that was 9 years ago.

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“Well young lady, looks like the Greene’s don’t want to foster you anymore either. Do you know how many foster home’s you’ve been through?” Martha snapped.

“Five thousand?” I sarcastically rolled my eyes.

“And that’s another thing! Your attitude, missy, is what’s getting you kicked out! No one wants a smart mouth!” Martha raved. Then she took a deep breath. “Luckily, I have been able to get in contact with another foster family that’s willing to take you in. You’ll meet them on Friday.”

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“Great,” I sighed. Martha was my manager, you could call it. She was assigned to me by the FCA*, and she’s been helping me find foster home after foster home since I was 3.

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“Come on. Let’s go to my house for the next two nights. Maybe we’ll have better luck with this family.” Martha led me out of the office.

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Martha and I walked to her car, while I contemplated my life, and why I was here. Nobody loved me or wanted me. Well, besides maybe Martha. I was just a foster child, a hopeless girl with no future and no one to love her or take her in. Every place I go, I get kicked out of. Nobody loved me.

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But who needs love anyways?

IMG_9450Turns out, I did. I was so thirsty for someone to love me, I didn’t recognize how I acted. It was my body craving kindness.

IMG_9451And some way or another, I got it.

To be continued…

*FCA is not necessarily a real thing, I just made it up for the story!

So, did y’all like it so far? 🙂