I posted on another board back in 2003-4. Many of the stories I have posted here, I posted there first, but those old stories are difficult/impossible to find there.
I joined the KLSF specifically to post a couple of my stories that actually meant something to certain people. "The Difficult Foster Child" is one of those two. The other is a serial - yet unposted - called "Bill's Boot Camp." I wanted to finish up here with those two stories and I wanted them to have a home where people who looked for them could find them. I'm grateful to Febs & Flospy & Pink & Corncrake et al that they built a place where Abby could come and live happily ever after. I love my little Abby so much and by God, she deserves a break.
Abby is based on an actual person. Too many of the things that happened to Abby happened to this person. She really did escape a bad foster home and really did get adopted by a motorcycle gang for a few months. She really did get tethered to a tree in a lightning storm and told that God was going to strike it with lightning and kill her. She really did sew a Raggedy Ann without a face. I couldn't make that stuff up. I'm not that good a writer.
Those details were borrowed and used by permission. But they don't belong to me - they belong to the person who lived them. That person didn't find a "Carter Family." I wish she had, but she didn't. Bill and Becky Carter were purely figments of my imagination - not part of her reality.
She survived and grew anyway. She became a success in life anyway. She beat the odds. I admire her. The story touched a lot of people who had been turned around by loving foster homes and reminded them how lucky they were to be taken in. She never begrudged their feeling warm and comforted by Abby's happy ending.
I'm hoping that one day before I die, I will be able to read the story without crying - I haven't done it yet, but I never give up hoping.
I hope my friend finds the story here. I hope she reads it and likes it - I changed it a bit from the old version. I hope she doesn't mind that I'm still borrowing from her after all these years.
Humbly, bb |