When I was born, I was addicted to cocain, my biological mother didn't take care of me, and at the age of 20 months old I was left on the side of the highway, in a diaper, in the middle of october. I was found by a police officer and put into the fostor care system. While in fostor care I was abused, starved and neglected. I was hit, and not taken care of. At the age of almost 6 years old I weighed a total of 26 pounds. I was finally removed from that home when my preschool bus driver notified police. Then I was placed into this home. My parents are amazing. In elementary school I had anger problems from the abuse. People would always tell me that my real parents didn't want me and I remember wanting to kill myself. My three little sisters were then adopted from abusive homes, and I knew I had to be strong for them. One sister was abuse so badly, she developed juvenile schizophrenia and can no longer live with us. This has all made me stronger. Now I'm 18 years old. Accepted into 9/9 colleges, and I have a bright future because I had my family, and my real friends as my support system, and you can too.