While I was in law school I grew an affinity for reading romance novels. I suppose this was because they were polar opposite to the law books I was assigned to read at the time…and plus I could read the novel in 4-6 hours and get back to my school work pretty quickly. Anyway, last night I read a book by Wayne Jordan (To Love a Knight) and one of the characters (who in the story had grown up in foster care) said the following:
“I’m accustomed to being on my own. Remember, I grew up in foster care and the word is always survive. It was never good to attach yourself to anyone, since you never knew when they’d be gone, too.”
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