My Foster Sister: Essay You Might Want To Emulate

I was ten years old when my parents decided to bring an angel to our home. This incident changed everything about our family. Ever since children started seeking refuge in our home, none of them were older than me apart from the new one. My parents gave her a new name; a new identity and she fully became a member of the family. My mother prefers calling her Lisa, and that's what the family goes with though her full name is Lisandra. I had very hard time accepting the fact that I was no longer the only child leave alone being the first born. My parents had a difficult time convincing me to be good and respect her since she was my sister. Accepting a foster sibling can be a very traumatizing experience as it requires a great extent of tolerance and high levels of jealousy.
At first, that words sister was like calling my worst enemy, but later I realized I was senseless. It never took me time to understand Lisa maybe because she was years older than me. The first months of her adoption were hell because I never wanted to have another sister or brother, especially from a different everything. I used to call her names and accuse her of many mistakes, yet she never stopped caring or smiling, that's what made me angrier.
One day I was in the kitchen, and she came in smiling," I have a surprise for you", and started opening the present. I pretended not to be interested. "You like them?" she asked as she handed me the snickers. For the first time, I smiled back, and that marked the beginning of our friendship. I didn't mind how she knew my shoe size or why she just chose the Snickers. We started talking, making stories and even laughed together.
Lisa and I became superb friend such that we could go to school together, even started introducing her to my schoolmates and friends. She taught me lots of things in life that not even my parents would have. At times, she could take blame for my wrong deeds and be the one to be grounded. Lisa made me love those friends I used to despise and those with foster siblings. I adored all her clothing's since she had a model like a shape.
Everything was running smoothly until that day, the county social workers came to take Lisa acting on a court order that concluded that Lisa's relatives were the right people to take care of her. The department of children and family services personnel waited outside for us to bring Lisa. My father opened the door, holding Lisa's hands and made his way through a gauntlet of reporters. Lisa was all along looking at us with watery eyes.
When my father reached the county workers car door, my mother emerged from the house screaming in pain while I watch from the door more confused than ever. Some of our neighbors shouted at the county workers and many tried to console my mum who was already at the car’s door trying to take Lisa away. My mother entered the car and sat next to Lisa and the car drove off while my dad decided to call someone, and we followed them. At the court, my parents tried to argue that by the time they took Lisa from the orphanage, nobody claimed to have known her and that we have lived with her for two years. My mother went on by saying that Lisa knew no one but them for those two years. She also defended herself by comparing Lisa with her relatives.
However the court ruled that the family had not provided clear and convincing evidence that it was inevitability the child would suffer emotional harm by the transfer. Lisa was removed from her birth parents care when she was two years by her relatives who later took her to the children's home care. Her mother had substance abuse, and her father is unanimous. The court proceeding were many, but the only one stuck in my mind is that last ruling which made my mother cry and my dad very sad, Lisa was taken from us forever.
Since that day Lisa left us life has never been normal. I learned so many life lessons that have changed how I view people and situations. My mother never adopted a child again. Every time I see her belongings I recall the first day she came to the house and the last day she left, and all I do is regret how I used to treat her even though my mum says we made a right combination. I realized that everybody is equal and have value no matter where they originated.