Just imagine, you are all alone, you have been taken away from your family and you are waiting for someone to come and look after you. Hi my name is Charlotte and today i am here to talk about foster homes.
Did you know that there are 18 million kids in the world and 40,000 of those kids are either orphans or have been Taken away by child protective services. Wow, that's a lot of kids !!!! When a child is taken away from their homes they go through a cycle. What normally happens is that someone takes them in and looks after them for about 1 month to 1 year .How would you feel if that was you ?
Children need a safe and stable new home. Some of the reasons children get taken away from their homes are..
1. neglect 63% 158, 258.
2. Drug abuse( parents) 34% 86,694.
3. Caretaker inability to cope 14% 34,594.
It is horrible isn't it? That is why we need to find a safe and stable home for the child to make them feel safe.
It is an awarding experience for you and the child!! If someone takes a child in after a little while the child will get warmed up to you and then the child will start to feel safer.If a child feels safer with you than they were with their past families they will be happier. So if you take a child in it will be a rewarding experience for the child with a good life from then on. How great would that be!
Would you really want that to happen to you or your kids ? And do you really want that to happen at all ? In conclusion, I think that we need to donate to foster companies.
THANK YOU!
My foot gives way beneath me and I grab Zelda’s sleeve as I feel myself falling backwards. Branches scratch my cheeks as we tumble down the slope. At the bottom rocks dig into my body as I lie in the soft grass. Zelda grunts and shoves at me from underneath. I roll to the side so I don’t squash her. I hear voices in the trees and slap my hand over her mouth. She bats it away but I hold tight.
“Zelda,” I whisper, pointing in the direction of the voices.
Eyes wide she glares at me and slaps my hand off her mouth.
“I heard them” she whisper yells “don’t you know anything?”
Leaves crunch and stick crack underneath as they move towards up. I release my breath, look up and before us stand two children. Older than me. Two boys. Brown socks pulled up past their knees and shoes polished so hard they shine. My eyes move up over their uniform to the rifles hanging from their shoulders right beside the swatiska badge sewn on their left shoulder.
“Well where did you two come from?” says the closest one.
“From up the hill, obviously,” states Zelda
“Is that so?” he replies “And what are you doing all the way out here? The only thing that passes through here is the train line”
Zelda rams her lips together and says nothing. My tongue is thick, it feels like it is glued to the top of my mouth. Words stuck in my throat.
“And the trains that run through here are full of dirty jews” he continues.
All of a sudden I think me and Zelda should make a run for it.
But before I can say anything, Zelda goes right up to them.
Compared to the boys Zelda is so small.” Go away” Says Zelda.
I think to myself, Zelda stop if you act up you can get hurt or even worse killed. I try to get that thought out of my head.
“ You are just like them all. The only thing you guys do is kill people and it's not fair.”
“ Zelda..” I scream but before I can say anything one of the Two boys are pointing a gun at me. Before I know it the bullet is in the air. I pray to Richmal Crompton. I think this is the end. I think about how Zelda will be when I die. But before I can scream, Zelda jumps in the way and falls to the ground.