After thinking about this for a long time, I have decided to tell my life story. I was born on September 12, 1996. I was placed in foster care a year later where I lived in a few homes. I ended up in a small town with a foster mother named Hattie. I enjoyed life at her house. I was a carefree 5 year old girl with no worries. Her sister, Joni, caught my eye. Soon she was bringing me around for play dates. We would go to the beach or eat supper together. I moved into her house shortly after. Two years...