Our childhood was hell. Our parents were never there for us. They were criminals, drug deals, abusive, and never cared for us. We were often starving, injured, and alone. At age 6 our parents were arrested in England. We were sent to live in a group home. After a year in the abusive group home, we were fostered by a couple - for two weeks. After being returned to the group home, a year passed before we were fostered again. After two years in that foster home, we were returned for being "mentally unstable" in their words. The group home was exposed as abusive and unable to care for children and shut down. We moved to a girls home. After three years in the girls home, we were told we were moving to America for a new foster. The home could not afford to take care of us, and the only foster who would take us in was in America. So, off to America we went at age 14. The family welcomed us with open arms. Two parents, two daughters and a son. The family cared so well for us, aiding in our healing from physical and mental abuse and trauma for so many years. We went to a phycologist, and were diagnosed for the first time with DID. That was two years ago. But today, something amazing and life-changing happened. Our foster parents - our amazing foster parents - officially got approved for adoption. We have a family. Two parents, two sisters, and a brother. Oh, and a bird ;) The childhood we never had, the love and nurture we never had, we now have. We have a FAMILY. We are loved. And for the first time - there is hope. And hope is a beautiful thing.