The day I remember most is on July 11, 2009. I was in a shop with my first foster mom. I remember me, my sister, and the other girl, who was living there. We were in the back of the soap shop, when a staff came to pick me up so I could go see my dad. When I got to the place where my dad was I got into an argument with the lady that worked there. I got to see my dad and he gave me a DSi, I loved that thing and I never lost it. I will always remember that day because it was my first birthday in the system and the first day I ever got to see my dad after about two or three months.
Good job, I guess keep up the good work
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