My eleventh birthday was a lot better than my tenth. My foster parents invited all the kids I knew from school, which, I have to admit, wasn't that many. They rented out a room at Chuck E. Cheese and we had a huge pizza birthday party, and all of us got to run around and play video games and wrestle around in the ball crawl and climb the netting that looked like a pirate ship. For a little while I was like a little queen, and that was my day. Kids who normally didn't pay much attention to me in school acted like my best friend and showered me with gifts. Though my foster parents sometimes made the house a stressful place, for a little while I felt like I belonged with them.