sister Caydence. Everything was fine until last year in December, our house that we lived in for most of my life had been foreclosed on. Forcing us out into the street, two weeks before Christmas. Thankfully, a lot of my family lived in the same town so we moved in with my great grandparents. The only problem was that we had to live in the garage, which was one room that my mom, step dad, little sister and me slept. My mom was involved in drugs and so was my step dad, so eventually my older sister Karissa, had called DHHS and got herself taken away. Since then they have been involved in our lives even though my sister is long gone from our house. Lindsay, the women sitting across from me currently, was our case manager.