When I was 4, my parents were making a move from North Carolina to North Dakota. It was an exciting move for my parents, since theyre originally from North Dakota. It was a normal day. It was moving day. There was nothing extraordinary that stood out and it was like any other day, that a family in the United States would go through when relocating for a new job.

It wasnt a normal day for me. The day the movers came, I clutched onto my mothers leg, crying and telling them I dont want to leave. But not because I didnt want to leave my friends and the house Id become familiar with. I cried and was terrified because not even a year prior, I had been in foster care and shuffled around. I didnt know what was happening. I thought that the family that I had grown to become familiar with, was getting rid of me. I didnt want to go.