It all happened in a blur.
There was three of us in our family me, mum and my little brother. We lived in a flat near my school. I was only 6 years old and my little brother was coming on for 10 months when we went away. I came home from school one day when I saw that there was a bright yellow car parked outside our flat. I went inside to see my mum with her head in her hands and it sounded if she was crying, I asked her if she was OK and she didn’t answer. I went up to her and sat on her lap and begged her to tell me what was wrong. I hadn’t noticed the women who was sitting on the other sofa, she looked very serious. I didn’t know what was happening. I asked my mum who this person was and finally she answered me. She said that this woman was someone who would help us through our problems however I would have to go away to stay with someone else. I wanted to stay with my mum forever however if we needed to get through things then I would do this for her.
The next day was Saturday so I had a full day to say goodbye and pack most of my things for what my mum called an extended holiday with a nice family. When I got in the car my mum came to the window and placed a note in the palm of my hand which I read on the journey. It said that she loves me with all her heart and that she would come back for me one day. I gave her one last kiss goodbye and said I would look after my little brother.
The family in which I stayed with lived not far from my mum, so every now and then I would go and see her. I stayed at the same school which I was not bothered by as I could still see all my friends. One day I met this family from Scotland and they were nice, and the mum had a strong accent. I was wondering who the people were for a while. Then one day I went to their house and saw their family. I found out that they were foster carers and would look after me and my little brother for a while. By this time I was 7 and my little brother was 1. I remember that date it was August 4th that we moved in with them. I had to move schools which was saddened about as I would not see my friends and I would have to make new ones. Some 2 years after we moved in with them they asked me if I would like to move up to Scotland with them and I said yes, I’d never been out of England and I would love to live in a different country. We drove up to Scotland and went to my aunties where me, my foster mum and some of my foster cousins went to Braehead to pizza hut and went on some show rides. We then stayed at Craig Tara in which I really enjoyed because I met some new people and had time with my new family. On December 9th me, my foster mum and my little brother got the train up to Scotland which took roughly 6 hours which felt like forever. On the journey I mostly played on my DS. When we arrived in Scotland we got a taxi to where we were staying.
I started a new school in which I found completely different because down in England we call it year 1 – year 6 and have a reception which is like another year in nursery in Scotland, but here we call it primary 1 – primary 7. After living in our first house in Scotland we moved to a small village which reminded me of where we lived down in England, I was going into primary 7 at the time.
In February 2015 my little brother and I got adopted by our current family Janice and Bob. I was quite happy by this as I had two families who loved me and cared for me.
During the summer holidays between me leaving primary 7 and going into secondary school I went on my first holiday abroad to Majorca. It was really fun as it was the first time I went on a proper holiday.
When I was going into secondary school I was nervous because when I first went to school in Scotland some people made fun of my accent and the stories of people who are starting secondary school seemed scary however I had some of my friends with me. Every year since 2015 we have been abroad at least once a year mostly during the summer holidays. In November 2015 my big sister got married and I was lucky enough to be her bridesmaid. It was such and amazing experience that I will never forget. In June 2016 my nephew was born which made me an auntie, and my other big sister was pregnant, and gave birth on 6th December to a daughter. During the October holiday that year our close family in which there was 10 of us went on holiday to Portugal. The day we came back was a day before my 13th birthday which really annoyed me because I really wanted to have a holiday where I was in the sun with my family. In May 2018 one of my brothers passed away just a couple of days before his 15th birthday. I was saddened by this as I was nearest the age to him and we always had a laugh and a carry on. The funeral took place on June 8th in which most of our family members and his some of his school teachers came. I will never forget my brother.