You seem to be just biding your time with us until you get moved. You are acting like a roommate.
Fine. I like a challenge.
You are worth so much more than you think, and I can’t wait to see the real J come out. I already know that you are courageous enough to do the right thing despite adversity, and tenacious enough to take care of yourself in bad situations. I like you, J, and I want better for you than just waiting out your time in the system. 17 is awfully young to be on your own. I think you deserve better.
So get mad, my dear. Get mad and sad and scared and frustrated. All I see now is the blank wall that you put up between you and the world, but it’s my job and my privilege to try to tear that wall down. I don’t give up on kids quite so easily as they tend to give up on themselves. I want to make you a member of our family, and I’ll be darned if I let a little thing like a wall stand in the way.