“Eight”

I was eight years old when:

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I came home from my four years of foster care,

A tumultuous time for everyone involved,

Especially me.

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The first birthday party of mine that I can recall,

Even if vaguely.

It was Happy Feet-themed

With a pinata and plenty of people.

I still have the build-a-bear for the movie on my bed.

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I joined my first Girl Scout troop.

They weren’t a good fit for me,

But I changed troops and was heavily entrenched with them until I graduated high school.

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Despite the hardships, my eighth year on Earth paved the way for a lot of good for years to come.

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