May is Foster Care Month I wish there was no Foster Care. Going into Foster Care, for a child, means losing everything you’ve known, your toys, your clothes, your neighbors, your parents, sometimes your school, sometimes your siblings. You get plopped in a place, often in the middle of the night that you don’t know, with a strange bed, often after a traumatic event involving of one or more of your parents. I would like to describe a foster parent for you. Cassie and Albert