The Truth Behind Our Masks


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getting ready for an event to sign up new foster kids

Being left behind sucks, feeling like you have just been abandoned by the only people you hold close to you. Not knowing when your last happy moment will be. Trying to stay strong for the others around you. Just wishing that they would stop asking you if you are okay. The answer is going to be the same.

This weekend I went to the YMCA for an event, not knowing that it would be so heartbreaking to see. Although most kids were happy, there was still a few kids that stood out to me. Those were the ones who were the most thankful, the most giving. The ones who were trying to stay strong for their siblings. But the two kids who stood out the most to me were two brothers, one younger and one about 12. The younger brother had fallen in the crowd and hurt his head. The YMCA members rushed to his aid, while the older brother stared– he wanted to help but didn’t know what to do and he didn’t have anybody else around to help. While they took his brother to get ice, he stood there– watching all the other kids have fun and play around while he was worried sick about his brother. I went to talk to him and he seemed as if he wanted to break down crying and just let it all out. He said he was waiting for his brother, and although that’s all he said, I can tell he was saying more. I wanted to give him a giant hug. As his brother came back he ran to his side and stayed there. When I turned my head, he turned bright pink and let out a tear.

I will never forget his face when he knew that his brother was okay. It made me realize how lucky I was, and I wanted to make other people feel that way too. Be happy that you have your parents, they may be quirky and may be mean, but that is what makes them your parents. So, next time you look at the stuff you have, or the rules that you have– thank your parents. They truly do the things that they do because they love you and want the best for you.

I can relate to this story of the two brothers, as I used to be the kid who would have to wear the same clothes multiple times. I was the weird kid who didn’t have the same things as everybody else, but I was happy for what I had. But then, my brother and sister came along and I realized that I have to be strong for them because they didn’t have the same love that I have. They had a lot of love, but not the love that they were seeking. And it breaks my heart when they are sad because I know what the problem is and I can’t do anything about it.

I guess what I am trying to say is be thankful for what you have– even if it may not be the best, but someone else is in a worse situation than you are. When you see a foster kid or a child in need, share the love that you have so that they can have a chance too.

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