All the emotions and thought process are overwhelming. It's like lying in bed and your body is ready to relax, but your mind won't let you. It's a fight. Separation puts a strain on the development of the mind and the functioning process of the brain. In those twenty-four hours I learned how a fear can become reality. At five years old, I was left with this hope inside me every day that it would be crushed. I waited. I learned that if I fell asleep every day I could find a place to disappear. A place where I could see my family and have those memories. When in reality I knew nothing. Not one person was able to give me a straight answer. Therefore, I remained in silence, anger and sadness. Even today he taught me the values ​​of family and home. A family is everything, especially when no one else is there to support you. I grew up with a smile that betrayed my heart. My eyes were the only thing that gave me away. If you look into the eyes of a child who has been in foster care, you may see their feelings in their eyes, too. The "house" I was in wasn't a home at all. A piece of me was missing. I didn't belong here and neither did my family. It was right where we lived. I cried in waves of sadness, for the red brick house I could call mine. I stared at those white walls. I learned to repress my emotions. This was the only way I could go back and escape after everything changed. For a child, the word "home" deteriorates into a word that has no meaning. I think today's culture would be greatly affected if people had a similar experience. It would change their view of their own families and those in foster care. People would change every day and could impact the lives of many more children. Many people could prevent the fear of losing the bond with their siblings from coming true. Thich Nhat Hanh said this