Time went by and, even though I loved living at Dona and Clarke's, I knew I couldn't stay there forever, so I started to ask questions. This is when a social worker told me, "I'm sorry, none of your family wants you." I asked whether I could go back to my grandmother and was told, "Your grandmother can't take you again—it's too hard for her." I spent years resenting my grandmother for this, and it was only when I got older that I found out she had begged social services to have me, only to be told she was too old. Can you imagine being a child and hearing from a social worker that nobody—not even your family—wants you? I have lived with these words my whole life.