She Didn't Give up on Me
金伯利·安妮·布兰德 / Kimberly Anne Brand
I lay on the floor， furiously kicking my legs and screaming until my throat felt raw—all because my foster mother had asked me to put my toys away.
“I hate you，” I shrieked. I was six years old and didn’t understand why I felt so angry all the time.
I’d been living in foster care since I was two. My real mom couldn’t give my five sisters and me the care we needed. Since we didn’t have a dad or anyone else to care for us， we were put in different foster homes. I felt lonely and confused. I didn’t know how to tell people that I hurt inside. Throwing a tantrum was the only way I knew to express my feelings.
Because I acted up， eventually my current foster mom sent me back to the adoption agency， just as the mom before had. I thought I was the most unlovable girl in the world.
Then I met Kate McCann. I was seven by that time and living with my third foster family when she came to visit. When my foster mother told me that Kate was single and wanted to adopt a child， I didn’t think she’d choose me. I couldn’t imagine anyone would want me to live with them forever.
That day， Kate took me to a pumpkin farm. We had fun， but I didn’t think I’d see her again.
A few days later， a social worker came to the house to say that Kate wanted to adopt me. Then she asked me if I’d mind living with one parent instead of two.
“All I want is someone who loves me， ” I said.
Kate visited the next day. She explained that it would take a year for the adoption to be finalized， but I could move in with her soon. I was excited but afraid， too. Kate and I were total strangers. I wondered if she’d change her mind once she got to know me.
Kate sensed my fear. “I know you’ve been hurt， ” she said， hugging me. “I know you’re scared. But I promise I’ll never send you away. We’re a family now.”