Personal Narrative: Two Brother At The Foster Home

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I can 't help it.I lie.

All the timeYes you can said Bob my older adoptive brother. Bob was the good one in my adoptive family, he never did anything wrong , he always had good grades, best in every sport. Then there was me, always getting into trouble for either telling lies to my parents or skipping class to go hangout with friends at In n out. “You need to tell them the truth this time , they are saying theyare going to take you to a foster home because they don 't know where you are at night saidBob.” But the truth was I was already at the foster home i would walk from the beach to the foster home 3 miles away. My brother always asks me if I was hanging out with the wrong people. I would say no which was true but my adoptive parents …show more content…

He looked just like me curly hair ,light brow skin ,and green eyes 14 and we had the same birthday . I would bring him food because in the foster home they fed him very small proportions of food. He said he thinks he knows where our parents were. This made me very nervous because when i was little my parents disappeared not like walked away but like someone took them away.I would go to the foster home every day because we would plan our way to our parents house it was in san Francisco and we were in Santa Monica. We would take four buses all the way tour parents house. This was the night we would go to our parents house on December 24 we did this so then if we could meet our parents on Christmas or right before Christmas. We went in the train station with very little money just enough for our tickets and very little food. We reached the last bus my stomach was hurting it was a hour bus ride I was nervous because what if my real parents were mean and didn 't want us.

We got off the last bus and it was 6:00pm we had to walk a 20 minute walk. I stalled a little bit because I was very nervous. Jerry was nervous too but he was happy because he was so faraway from the foster home he said he actually felt like he way free. We finally , reached the house the house was ruined down. I seen a guy through the window and he looked like us but then i seen mu mother who

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