The state found me on the streets alone when I was two years old. I had lice, was suffering from malnutrition, and cigarette burns covered my body. While in the foster care system, I went through seven foster homes in which I continued to endure abuse. When I was four, a loving family adopted me. Because of my abuse, I had severe scarring all over my body, and my adoptive parents had to put vitamin E oil on me each night before I went to bed. As I got older, the state provided information regarding my abusive family history, but by that time my heart was hardened and guarded. When I became a teen, my parents were unable to emotionally reach me. They sent me to boarding school, but I left and ended up on the streets.