I would like to share a story about my dark past life when I was a foster child and afterward, and being in and out of problems.
Nobody really cared about me. The government markets Black children when their parents reject them. Foster parents only care about the checks they get from the government to take care of them.
I came back to D.C. after high school and our parents were not there, so I stayed with my sister and her boyfriend. I found a job at a family health food store. It was a nice area to work and the people were nice. Then I started meeting people and also meeting male companions. We dated for a little while, but I found out they were married and that’s not right to do. You are not supposed to do that, because God commanded it as a law of righteousness of everlasting life — thou shall not commit adultery.
