Foster home is like a prison

Foster home is like a prison

El proceso de escritura en Soy Autor ha demostrado ir The allá, writing process in en Soy una Autor evoques an authentic más al convertirse experiencia auténtica de experience of self discovery. The following piece is the auto descubrimiento. La presente obra es el resultado result of the collaborative work between students and del trabajo colaborativo entre estudiantes y docentes, teachers to find the hear t of the story, through the para encontrar el corazón de su historia y reflejarla en publication of their first illustrated Memoir. su primer memoir ilustrado.

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Embajada de los Estados Unidos El Salvador

Foster home is like a prison

When I was an 8 years old girl, I came to know a foster home. I never realized how similar it was from a prison.

When I entered, I felt like everything was coming to an end. I met many girls that were very nice and some that were not.

I felt like a caged bird,

but I was not alone,

he was 7. He used to cry a lot

and it made me feel very sad to see him cry.

When we had to be separated I felt very bad

and the only thing I said was “I love you�.

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No one to comfort me, I felt like my world was crumbling down.

When I entered my room, a girl came to greet me.

She was more than a friend to me, that’s how I saw her.

With time, we became very good friends.

I was growing older and my mother came to visit me and every time I asked her

“Do you love me mother?�

She said yes.

I felt so happy every time she said, “I love you�.

Even though I was trapped between four walls I was a happy young girl, full of dreams. Sometimes, I even forgot where I was.

One day I got very sick, I got a fever and was compiled to bed for 3 days.

I saw that the chief nuns were very worried and called my mother. She was very troubled too and said, “I will be there…”

I have had a fever for four days now, and on the fifth day she got there and started crying. She told me

“I will take you home, my daughter.”

Suddenly mi face changed and a smile came out.

As the days passed, I got to leave that place with my brother and told myself, “I am going home with my other brother.�

I felt butterflies in my belly because I was so happy to get to live with my mother,

I also felt

free No more caged bird.

Now I find myself in another prison. Paying for an error I made, and as when I was a little girl, I am between four walls.

My only hope is that one day I get to get out of this cage and

feel free again.

My is Claudia Mename llamo Betty

My family name is Garía

Mi familia es de apellido Hernández Rodríguez I’m sociable

Soy amigable, curiosa y un poco amable My sister is Johanna

Hermana deI Patricia, Mirna,avocado Dinora, trees Delmi, Melissa, grew up around Julissa in Apopa city.

I like to play and dance de adobe y amor Crecí entre la naturaleza, entre paredes Sometimes I feel sad En la ciudad de La Palma, Chalatenango but I always smile

Me gusta aprender, divertirme y escribir I give to the world my happiness

Me contenta y nerviosa I’msiento afraid of losing my mother I wouldallove to see myganas older de sister Le regalo mundo mis luchar I’m Claudia and I’m charming.

Me da miedo perder lo que más amo Me gustaría ver a mis papás y a mi hijo Soy Betty y soy luchadora.