Foster Relationships Novels & Stories

"Because we are safe. We have extra food. We have extra beds. And we have extra love." "But where will he sleep?" "In the guest room," Mom said. "The one Uncle Marcus used." Ethan looked at the wall that separated his room from the guest room. That was his wall. He put his drawings on it. "For how long?" Ethan asked. "We don't know," Dad said. "Maybe for a little while. Maybe for a long while. Fostering means... we help him until he finds a forever family. Or until we become his forever family." "So he might stay forever?"

“Really? So she doesn’t want to leave you, then. Is that what you want?” “That’s how I know I’m keeping her for as long as she needs me. She’s still my wife. I’m her only family now. And I kind of like to keep it that way. It feels kind of familiar, you know. Taking care of someone.” I did know. He didn’t have to say it… but he was talking about the years when he played big brother to orphan Fae. However we stood now… the four of us… he did love being his foster brother before everything got messy.

“Did you learn to love them, son?” “I do, ma,” he said. “They are lovable. And I can’t leave them when others do not want to help them.” His foster mom also got what he meant. Victor’s real family must be in a midst of a crisis while also getting discarded and unassisted by their relatives who were present back when they had everything. The same happened to them, only in reverse concerning the timing. “Is there anything that ma can do to help you?” she offered. “Oh, and if only you could pay a visit to us then I would be fine.”

“And that’s part of what I want us to address today. Though, I already came to a conclusion and you have to follow suit.” Now this guy is really scaring me… “Okay… that doesn’t sound scary at all. What’s it you wanna talk about, huh?” I said out of curiosity. I didn’t trust this man a dent, because I knew what he was capable of. “Well, I’ve arranged a place for you. It’s called a foster home. That’s where teenagers like you, what word should I use for it? Bastards like you who don’t have parents, that’s where they go. And I already signed all the required documents for you to move there.”

Would there ever be a way for our family in his heart? "Fuck!" I should have known the old man had his suspicions and won't rest. Somehow, I felt relieved. I finally have a family I could relate with, something I had missed on my whole life. My foster parents were good people, but no matter how they tried, I didn't feel at home with them. I had lived with the desire to know who my real family is and now they were here, but I had gotten myself in a far more dangerous game, I was in love with my sister-in-law; my brother's wife. This was about to be a messy situation.

I'm not a killer or anything, I'm just a girl who's been through enough shit. Even though the state paid my adopted family to take care of me, they didn't at all. I had to prepare my meal in most of the households. Margaret had done the best she could to find reliable and healthy foster families for me to live with, but they would save their true intentions for when the paperwork was finished and filed. She is a really sweet woman that has always treated me with kindness and respect. Sometimes It felt like she was more of a mother figure towards me than anyone else has ever been. It's stupid to say, and I know she was just clearly doing her job, but as a child, I really needed and appreciate

“Explain that to me, Sinclair. I thought you had a family growing up.” “It’s just like it sounds, Adrian. See, sometimes, the state doesn’t have enough room for kids in the system. They rely on families to take kids in and care for them, while they try to find us permanent homes. The state would pay those families for watching over those kids. Sometimes, if a kid is really lucky, the foster home will adopt the kid. I wasn’t that lucky, though.”

I didn't care though, as I figured that no one could ever be as bad as my first foster family. That was until I met my other foster parents, Craig and Tabitha. Craig would beat me to a pulp. If I made him upset he would whip me. He would mentally break me down, always reminding me of how ugly I was. How pathetic. How nobody could love a disobedient girl like me. He would come into my room at night, smashing everything with a baseball bat, telling me how unworthy I'm.

"How so?" "I could be wrong, but I don't believe there are a ton of moms out there who go to the state looking for help with their children. Carrie was alone when she got diagnosed with cancer, so she did some kind of voluntary program. It was never supposed to be permanent." I chastised myself thinking about what I'd just said. "No, fostering is never supposed to be permanent. The hope is that all kids will go back to rehabilitated parents-it just doesn't work out like that. Anyway, Jude was at our house for several months at a time, but then he'd be at his house for a couple of years when she was in remission. He'd spend the weekend with us or go on vacation with us, and we went to his bir

The teacher who’d noticed and called Child Protective Services, triggering the first of several investigations that never quite resulted in removal. “Subject’s mother, Margaret Ashworth, demonstrates classic patterns of alcohol dependency and unstable attachment. Multiple romantic relationships, none lasting more than eighteen months. Child (Vivian) appears to have taken on caretaking role from approximately age seven.” The foster care placement when she was twelve, after her mother’s third hospitalization. The report from the social worker noting that Vivian was “parentified”—a child who’d learned to take care of herself and her parent because no one else would. The families that took her i