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A foster kids hope

Organized by: Shilpa Hamilton

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THE STORY:

My two sisters and I grew up in foster care. I remember it was one lady i absolutely loved. Her name was Mrs. Etta. I felt like we were home i felt loved. But then we left and met someone who didnt treat us like Mrs. Etta did. I always had hope that someone would come along and make something better for us. Give us hope that we were loved and in need of love that we were a part of a family. My goal is to start a non profit organization. I will need a significant amount of donations. Foster care was one of the most emotional times in my life. I remained strong and can say i am proud of where i am. Where I am going. Not every kid will feel how i feel. And not everyone has the same experience in foster care like we did. I know a lot of people dont adopt or foster for whatever their reason is. But i want to be able to give foster kids hope with your help. I want to help them with their first days of school. I never really got to go shopping for a school year. I want to help them with dances, Bookbags, toys, clothes, books, picture frames, haircuts, hair appts, bikes, graduation, college, anything you can think of. If they are already in possession of something they hold close to them i want to help them preserve it. Kids go house to house sometimes with really nothing to their name. I remember thinking if a fire ever broke loose in the house i was grabbing my art trophies and poetry rewards, my running medals. That was all i had that meant something to me. Nothing else. Those were things i earned. Nothing just given to me. While it is very important to earn things. Being given something like a chance to feel loved and cared about is very vital to a little kid. Please help me make that possible. I used to cry so much because i didnt feel wanted or loved, but if someone did an act of kindness for me it would have made some things that much better. My sisters and I snuck in the garage once and found bags and bags of toys. From our real mom. She loved us. She never stopped trying. Why was our foster mom hiding the toys. We never got those toys. None of them. We would go in the bag and find a card that she wrote. Mommy and her three little girls with three crosses. I wish we could have preserved it. But we were in fear we would be caught and punished. Who should live like that? No one! My mom passed away before Thanksgiving when we were 13. Our foster mom arranged for her to fly from stl to ny. She was secretly going to send us with her after we had thanksgiving in a hotel. It sounded nice. But, our foster mom was done with us after her boyfriend molested us and she didnt want to believe us. My mom died the morning before she got on the plane. My hope died that morning, or atleast it almost did. I had great teachers that helped me in school they touched my life. I want to touch lives. I want to start by getting these kids something they can call their own and hopefully take with them to their next or final home. Any advice would help! Anything! I am still doing research to find the best and effective way to get everything to these kids. I cant wait to make a lasting impression on someones life. Thank you!

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