Jeanette Yoffe, – Chronicle of Social Change – Foster care was never explained to me. At least in a way I could understand at the time. I didn’t know that foster care was a temporary home, and not a permanent one. I didn’t know that the “big people” in my life, like my foster parents, social worker, the judge, and the attorneys, were constantly looking to “place” me and at one point were even making plans (yet again) for me to return to my biological family in Argentina.
But more important than what I didn’t know was what they didn’t know: that in the six and a half years I had been living with a foster family, they had become my family. Not foster, not temporary, but real. A family to me.