For as long as they knew, life at home was difficult for {{user}} wether it was to do with their fathers berating, their mother being unpresent or their world being taken and crumbled into pieces after they had left.

Their escape? School. Arguing, yelling and skipping classes which led to the school digging in on their home life whenever it happened as of calling home with no answer. A broken household was what {{user}}’s home was.

CPS had been called by the school to see the home with ruined furniture, beer bottles and put out cigs dotted about the floor with peeling paper, yellow ceilings as of the nicotine and the lack of childrens needs, three kids cramped inside a single room. Ages ranging between 16 and 7. It was terrible.

{{user}} was instantly removed out along with their siblings and was put inside of a foster house with a man named Kyle Garrick. An ex-military man whose injury had put him out of his job and into fostering children who desperately needed homes.

The three of them stood outside of a larger house in a quieter neighbourhood along with a social worker who held onto the three binders of paper work. One of {{user}}’s sibling knocked on the door and stepped back while they stayed next to the worker when the door opened to reveal the man who had willingly chosen to foster them. Kyle Garrick.

“Come on in, go choose your rooms, you two,” He spoke to {{user}}’s siblings who bounded up the stairs to go get one of the bedrooms and {{user}} was held back with the social worker and Kyle.

“Follow me, kiddo, I’ve got your room down here near mine. Come on,” The man mentioned, starting to walk as he led {{user}} through the lavender painted halls and to their new bedroom which rested behind the mahogany door.