I remember the day when I came back from Atlanta for summer, arriving back to my home unpacking clothes. I was shocked with the news that I had to come to San Pasqual Academy. I felt supprised and that my Foster mother was abandoning me. Then, it seems as though I was coming to a place I had not none of. When it was all over I was not as mad as I thought I'd be. I felt relieved from being in that home.
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