She told him to put on some clothes and stop playing.
ͳe next day, that boy and the other boy started to make
water balloons, right? Except all they had was condoms to
make them with. Foster Mom was gone when they did this,
and they started throwing these water balloons at me.
Water-filled condom balloons.
I wanted to beat them up so bad, but I didn’t. I just
cleaned up the mess and threw all them condoms away.
ͳrew out the condoms and told them to stop playing
games.
She came back, and later that night, she found the
condom drawer empty.
FosterMom: “Oh, you fucking, huh? How you fucking
this many people that fast? What is you doing? Are
you a ho?”Tiffany: “No, I’m not a ho! ͳey made water balloons.
They was throwing them at me.”FosterMom: “Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Wait till I tell your
social worker. Wait till I tell your social worker.”I guess she never told, ’cause nothing ever happened.
When school started back up, I was still living there. One
day Foster Grandpa caught me in the bathroom, putting
toilet paper in my little training bra I had.
Foster Grandpa: “What are you doing?”