I was 17 when I was put in my first foster home on Christmas morning after being kicked out of my parent's house and physically beaten by my father.  After a couple of months and two more alternate placements, I became pregnant with my first baby, Malicai.  My mom told me to get an abortion.  When I refused, she told me to go home with my baby's father; she walked out of the door, and said nothing more.  After that day, I didn't talk to my mom anymore.  I was seven months pregnant, without transportation, living in foster care, and without a job.   

I was only eight months pregnant when I had my son, prematurely.  At the hospital, I underwent six hours of examinations to see why my baby wasn't kicking anymore.  I was rushed into an emergency C-section.  Malicai had to stay in the hospital for about two weeks after his birth to stabilize his health.  His father and I decided to stay in the hospital with him. 

My experience with Adult and Child taught me so much.  I am very grateful for everything that they have done for me.  Now, I am 19 years old, have a full time job, a high school diploma, and my own apartment.  Without them, Malicai and I would be lost and out on the streets. 

It gave me a secure feeling that someone was actually there for me.