Tobias

Hello my name is Tobias I am sixteen years old. I’ve been a little bit naughty, but I always did what I was told. My Daddy was my hero, I sure miss him now that he’s gone. He got sick from cancer, and last year he passed on. I have three younger sisters and a mother who doesn’t care. She finally stopped using drugs, but she still doesn’t want us there. We’ve been split up in the system, there wasn’t a family that could take us all. I haven’t seen my siblings, since that dreaded night last fall. Put yourself in my shoes, please try and comprehend. I no longer have a home, my family or my best friend. Now you know my story, when you pass me out on the street. I am my father’s son, alone I stand on my own two feet. *This is a true story about one of my wife's foster children* She is a Social Worker for Foster Care