Who am I?

There was once a tree full of apples, which was my

family.  Then one day I fell off.

Some grownups came and put me in a pear tree.

Then I fell off.

A little boy came and put me with apples,

oranges, pears and peaches.

Then I fell off.

Then I sat there forever wondering who will

pick me up next?

Where will I go?  Will I go where I belong?

Or will I waste my whole life living

With fruits who I don’t belong with

Because they can’t encourage me to accomplish my dreams,

or can’t tell me who I am because they don’t know who I am.

It’s up to you.

Who am I?

 

Danielle Marie Bush

Age 11,

In foster care