For ten years of my life, from age five to age fifteen, my brother who was three, my sister who was a baby, and I were placed in foster care. It's sad but true. I was an abused child; some would even say I was a tortured child. I woke up, it was dark, and I thought to myself, Is this a dream? Did I cry myself to sleep? Did I lose consciousness because I'm in this basement on a concrete floor in a small closet with a lot...