After two days at my foster mom’s I realize that I’m a real life hack. Her granddaughter is my age and lives up the street, she never invites her for lunch. Only when I’m there. My foster mom always cared for me but she’s still surprised that I come regularly, after all those years. After all, officially I don’t have anything to do with her. Her sister who lives across the street fostered a black kid too, she never saw nor heard of him again once he left.
So hacking. I broke into this family with my nice baby face and now I’m as part of it as if I had the same blood, without the problems like resentment or jealousy. Same with my (other) family! Anyway, it gives me a sense of why I never want to just do and follow like everybody else and almost need to hack, make it my way, questioning everything, trying to build healthy bases in everything I do etc.
It’s exhausting talking to two moms that having nothing in common either with me or between them in the same day. It really brings me a different perspective though.