The Day Someone Chose Me My name is Destiny, and for most of my life, I believed family was something that happened to other people. I lost my legs in a car accident when I was three years old. My mother died in that crash, and my father went to prison not long after. I don’t remember much from that time, but I grew up carrying the consequences of it in ways that followed me everywhere. Over the next twelve years, I moved through four different foster homes. Each one began with cautious hope. Each one ended the same way—politely,...
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