It was C's 17th birthday on Monday. I baked her a cake for Tuesday and then left it on the kitchen counter! So we enjoyed it today. Everyone thought my cake (made from a cake mix with purchased frosting) was so moist and wonderful. C had two pieces.
While standing over the cake, C chatted some. She told me of the wonderful Kitty cake her foster mother had made for her. I commented that her foster mother was quite a woman and asked if she was the first foster child for the family. She said that the family had had foster children for 11 years, as long as they had had biological children. She said, however, that she was the oldest foster child they have had.
Along that line, she said that when she goes to a "respite" family, her 1 1/2 year old daughter is the youngest foster child that family has had. She mentioned both of these facts with some pride, I thought.
I don't know why she cannot be with her own family. Her brother is in jail now. She was in jail herself for two months before she was in foster care. I asked if she was pregnant in jail. I'm not sure of her response, but she did say that she was scheduled for an abortion but had reason to think her baby's daddy would come back to her. He didn't, but she still continued her pregnancy.
I told her she had sure done a lot of living in her 17 years.
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