When I was 16, my mother died of a genetic heart condition. My father died from a diabetic emergency that injured him in a highway incident. Following my mother's death, my younger siblings and I resided with an older sibling and his family until the Summer of 2017. For that summer, my sister and I lived alone in his rented home until the new academic year started. I tried to take care of my sister plus continue with my extracurricular activities like interning with the Big Buddy Program to earn money for college. School started back up, and we continued to live in the rented home. Then one day, my brother came to the house and told us that he could no longer care for us. Instantly, we were homeless. From that time on, we stayed with different friends and relatives sleeping on couches and floors. My goal was to continue taking care of my sister, attending school and participating in my activities so I could get an excellent job to take care of my family. Unfortunately, transportation issues caused us to miss school, and I had no way to contact my teachers and classmates (who were probably worried about us) because I couldn't afford my cell phone.
We were sleeping at my nephew's girlfriend's residence at the time when the reality settled in that I was homeless. We called youth shelters, but there was no availability. I was physically overwhelmed and mentally beaten down. One of the most memorable moments of that experience was when the classmate I was living with told others at school that I was homeless. I felt exposed, embarrassed, humiliated. It was then that I spoke to my mentor about my situation; he offered to call DCFS [Department of Children and Family Services] before I had a nervous breakdown.
My foster care experience was bittersweet, 80% was good, and 20% was bad. I established bonds with my foster parent such that she allowed me to stay with her during the summer of transitioning to college. Looking back, more short- and long-term goal planning would've been helpful. And I could have also benefitted from behavioral health care and peer-to-peer support.
Foster care was ok. I was most concerned about being separated from my sister. The first home was nice but had a lot of kids. The second home we lived in was too far from Central High School. The foster parent had strict curfew rules that interfered with my ability to participate in extracurricular activities, which I needed to appeal to colleges. The third placement was closer to school, and the Central Public School District arranged for a bus to pick me up. I was able to go to prom and participate in my clubs and senior activities. By this time, though, I was separated from my sister. Because of her attitude, she was moved to her fourth placement but thankfully, we still communicated.
Now, I am a graduate of Spelman College in Georgia and have received a Master’s in Social Work from Columbia University in New York. As a senior, I believed I would go off to college and have a career in psychiatry and settle nicely somewhere back home. However, I did not expect to accomplish all that I have done. It’s a blessing how I overcame many of the odds. I feel inspired and grateful. God definitely has a precious light within me and salvation of me.

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