MY FOSTER CARE TEACHER BELIEVED I COULD BECOME A DOCTOR—YEARS LATER, SHE HANDED ME SOMETHING THAT BROKE ME COMPLETELY

I was sixteen when I decided I was done with school. After years of bouncing through foster homes, I had stopped believing in permanence. I kept my bags packed and my shoes by the door because every placement eventually ended the same way—with another goodbye. School felt pointless. College sounded like a fantasy reserved for kids with stable homes continue reading …