“There is some allergy medicine in the bathroom cabinet, you can take one.” My new foster mother, Deanna, told me as I sneezed seventeen times in a row. Wiping my nose on the sleeve of my shirt I walked into the front bathroom that I shared with both of my sisters, Deanna’s biological daughter, and two other foster children that lived in the home. I was the newest foster child here. My sisters had lived here for a while but I was recently sent back from an adoptive placement that didn’t quite work out after I was sat down and told that I’d never see my sisters again because they…