14 Days Turned Into 6 Years.

i will try to make this as brief as possible. 
Back in February of 2003, CPS came to my house in Fort Worth, Texas and took my brothers and I away from our biological father and our paternal grandmother. We were the thrown into a foster home, which was a few hours away from where we previously lived. My brothers had no idea what was going on, they though, "oh, yay! we get to visit new people" as to where I was somewhat old enough to know what was going on. The CPS worker who was taking us to our very first foster home told us that we would only be living there for 14 days, she promised us kids that. When we arrived several hours later to the home, it was a very nice home, it was just a mother and her son that lived there. I walked in and it was so nice and clean. Nothing that i had expected. She had no idea who us three kids were, but she hugged us like we knew each other for years. Instantly, there was a connection. We came to her with the clothes on our back, dirty and pretty tattered. She packed us up in her "soccer mom van" and took us to Walmart to get clothes for us kids. We shopped for hours. Talking, laughing, and just getting know each other. For the first time, I felt loved. I went to bed that night in my new room, my new bed, I actually had blankets! Us three kids formed something real with our foster mom. Living with her with her made everything seem perfect! As we were there living with her, after those first 2 weeks, she sat us kids down and explained to us that our biological parents rights got terminated. We accepted the fact that we would never be able to live with them again. As months passed, the bond that my brothers and I formed with out foster mom were intense. It was as if she were our real Mother. She loved us. We loved her. 10 months later, it was Christmas time. It was our first real Christmas, we were really spoiled to say the least. Although we all know its the thought that counts, but under that tree, every single thing was for us 3 children. On Christmas eve. we went to her parents house, all of her family was there. Sisters, brothers, cousins, close family friends. We thought it was a normal get together. Well she had us 3 kids sit down in the middle of the family room as she walked to the Christmas tree and got 3 gifts. They were the little rectangular boxes that you put like shirts in. So us kids figured it was clothes. We opened them and pulled out a picture frame. Inside that frame was a piece of paper, but not just any piece of paper, this paper had out "new names" on it, mine read, "Brittany McKenna Davis, (it had a date on it, which i dont remember), on this date you will become part of our family. (with some cute quote on it) It was our foster moms way of saying that she was adopting us, that she wanted us 3 kids to be hers, that she loved us. Let me tell you, that was by far the best Christmas present even till this day that I had ever received. About a month later, shocking news came to us. We found out that our case worker was moving us 3 kids to a different home. Her excuse was that our foster mother could not adopt us because she was a single mother and wasnt capable of raising us. ****** excuse I say. That really killed us. It tore us kids apart. The day our case worker walked into that home and took us, we fought her, kicked her, punched her bit her etc. She tiook us away from a person who really loved and cared for us. We were then moved to another home, which I wont go into detail about because nothing interesting happened there, except that is when I went into deep depression. Also, one of my brothers threw a really big fit that the foster family couldnt control and they sent him to a behavioral hospital. Thats when our small family of 3 got split up. From 2004-2006 we were in 3 different foster homes. but only my youngest brother and I . My other brother was still in that hospital "getting help". Finally, our ***** of a case worker found us another Adoptive placement. Us 3 were reunited at last. But as we walked into that new home, we knew it was for us. We knew they werent the ones, although we did give them a chance! We were there for literally 4 weeks and they called our CPS worker and said they werent capable of taking care of us kids. We were then moved right back into another foster home. we lived there for almost 2 whole years, but it was once again it was only my youngest brother and I, our other brother went back to that hospital. As those nearly 2 years passed, our case worker decided to try again and find us an adoptive home. She found one in Virginia. So we accepted. We moved up there... for 3 months and they sent us right back, which put us right back into foster care again. At that point, we gave up. We didnt care anymore, we were pretty positive that there wasnt a home for us. We were in our last foster home for about a year. Our case worker decided to take that chance and look 1 last time. She found us a home in Idaho. After a lot of talking and trying to convince us, we decided to take the chance. We moved to Idaho 2 days after my 14th birthday. It was a nice BIG Morman (LDS) family, by the time we got there, they had already adopted 17 kids. We thought it was crazy they had that many kids. Long story short they adopt for the money. After the kids turn 18, they basically kick them out.They dont even help them out financially. So thats where im at now. 4 days after I turned18 (back in July) they told me it was time for me to go. So i moved out with a friend and lived with her till the first of this month (September) and finally got into contact with my first foster mom and told her my situation. That lady still loves me even till this day, she bought me a one way flight ticket back home. Im now currently living with her and her son. I have a job and am enrolled for spring semester of college. 
(i left out a whole lot of things in this, if you are curious to know more, just let me know.)