Foster home carousel. That’s how her life started.
Birth mom was an alcoholic. Birth dad was a drug addict.
They couldn’t take care of themselves. How could they possibly take care of a baby?
In a matter of weeks, the baby wasn’t “their baby” anymore. She was someone else’s baby. Then she was someone else’s new baby every six months.
Five years in, and her extended family couldn’t handle it anymore. Couldn’t handle seeing her on the carousel, so they filed for custody. Within a few months, they swooped her up and took her home.
The relationship started strong. Her older sister was excited to have a new, younger sister. Someone to care for.
Her older brothers welcomed her, but they were disinterested.
At least for the first year…
Omer Redden 