I Ran Away From My Real Mom To My Foster Parents But It Ended In A Tragedy

I Ran Away From My Real Mom To My Foster Parents But It Ended In A Tragedy



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Hello, everybody! My name is Heidi. I am sixteen years old and I’ve got two mothers. How is that even possible? Let me tell you, it’s a long story. So, I was actually born in Boston and my mother had a really difficult delivery. I was alright, but she lost a lot of blood and slipped into a coma. The doctors couldn’t manage to find either my father or any of my other relatives and they couldn’t make any predictions about my mother’s condition either. So they had no option but to give me to a foster family. They agreed that I would live with them until my mother woke up from her coma, if she did.
But years went by, I turned six years old, but it still hadn’t happened. My foster mom and dad didn’t tell me that I wasn’t their real daughter, so I lived a happy life with my beloved mommy and daddy in a small town in Minnesota. I couldn’t have wished for a better family, until…

It was my father’s birthday. and we had a big party at home with all of our friends, a barbeque, and fireworks. We were having so much fun! My father’s phone was ringing off the hook because there were so many people who wanted to wish him a happy birthday. But then, there was another call. My father picked up his phone merrily, expecting another greeting, but then the smile was wiped from his face. He went pale. I was really worried, but he said that everything was fine.

After the party my parents went to their room and shut the door. I tried to eavesdrop, but I couldn’t make out what they were talking about because they were whispering, but then my mom burst into tears. That was far too frightening for me, so I knocked on the door and asked my parents to let me in and to tell me what was going on. And then they told me the truth. They told me about my real mother and her coma and about the phone call. My foster dad was informed that my mother had woken up from the coma and after a little treatment she would be ready to have her daughter back, as agreed.

I was absolutely dejected. I begged my parents to not give me back, I think I’d cried my eyes out, but there was nothing we could do about it. So, in a couple of weeks my parents took me back to Boston.

My real mother met us at the airport. She looked very nice and friendly and she immediately started crying when she saw me. But I didn’t feel anything at all. I was squeezing my foster mom’s hand and didn’t want to let it go. We all went to a cafe and walked around town. My mother tried to make conversation with me, but I never said a word. Soon the moment to say farewell had come. My parents spent one night with us, but when I woke up in the morning, they were not there! There was only a little note on the table. It said: “”Always remember…”” And there was a little picture of us all together. So, I was left alone in that new city with that unknown woman, who I was supposed to call “mom” now. She brought me to my new home, which was really cozy, and there was a separate room for me with a bed, and new clothes and toys.

My mother did her best to get along with me. She cooked, showed me around town, took me to the zoo, she would buy me anything I would ask for, and I started to like her actually, but… I really missed my family.

Once I worked up the courage and asked her if I could visit my home in Minnesota, but she wouldn’t let me. She said that she realized it was hard, but it would be better for me to not communicate with my foster mom and dad for my own good. She said we had to turn over a new leaf together. I got really mad! I wanted to go home so badly that I decided to run away. I packed my little suitcase and headed for the hills. I googled the way to the bus station, it happened to be not that far away from the place we lived. Of course, I got caught and brought back after I’d tried to buy a one-way ticket to my hometown. My mother was in despair. And she made the worst decision ever. She decided to move to another state in the south without even letting my foster family know about it. It turned out that my grandparents lived there, but my mother hadn’t spoken to them for years. They knew nothing about her coma or about me. She also forbade me to call or to email my foster mom and dad and wouldn’t give me their contact information. The only thing I had was that family picture.
“Even though it looked like a happy ending – my grandparents were so happy to see me and to finally make up with their daughter after so many years, I never stopped thinking about my family in Minnesota. It’s been a while. I became a teenager, I went to school, and had a lot of friends there. I loved my grandparents to bits, but not my mother…

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67 Responses


    Have you ever faced anything like this? How did you get over it? If you did, we would be very happy to read your stories in the comments. And If you have any advice about how she can possibly find her foster mom, please let us know.

  2. Debbie says:

    Wait so you ran away
    From your real mom
    Who went into a coma
    Just to give birth to
    You and you give her this
    Bad attitude.

  3. kendriauna hawkins says:

    I would’ve loved my mom. If she showed me around the world. I don’t even do that now??‍♀️?

  4. David Taha Dayem says:

    To find you’re Foster Mother you need to:
    Know Some towns in you’re childhood
    Next you need to:
    Publish A picture of You’re Foster Mother and tipe Mising
    From Heidi ?????

    United States of America
    Phone Number ???????
    And She would go to America
    And Call you

  5. Draila says:

    “I have two moms. How is that possible?”
    Child…ur parents are gay

  6. Brennen Wilson says:

    This is why its important to be honest. It might be hard, but it will be better for your future and relationship.

  7. RAPID_Holo says:

    You Know the funny thing about this


  8. XDepressed _EditzX says:

    Her: “I have 2 mom’s… how is that possible? Wel-”

    Me: AH- shhhh they might be *lesbians* :3

  9. Fraser Gaming Tv says:

    She’s your real mum (sorry I’m Australian. if your American mom) actually respect Her ACTUALLY HAPPENED

  10. WantMy DamnCup says:

    0:06 ‘I’ve got two mothers. How is that even possible’

    Simple, they’re lesbians.

  11. noodlemations says:

    5:25 yes a cliche tottaly not faked we can tell ?‍♂️?

  12. Yvonne vvyonne patrick says:

    My friend has 3 mothers. I never knew her story :/

  13. Addi M says:

    Calls foster mother “Mom”
    Calls biological mother “Mother”
    Me: “OOOOOOO”

    Just a casual day of me reading too much into things!

    • Sleepy Lamb says:

      Mother means a person that gives birth to you and think their responsibility is over and a mom is someone that supports you and works hard to provide for you

  14. Flying Flanker says:

    Imagine waking up and someone saying “hey your 6 years in the future”

  15. Error says:

    Her: I have two mothers! how is that possible you ask?

    Me: Well your parents could have divorced and remarked or you’re parents are lesbians there’s a lot of ways actuly

  16. Sanuki De soysa says:

    ‘I have two mothers’

    How is this possible? She asks us. Clearly she wasn’t born in the 21st century and doesn’t know about gay marriage.

  17. Nickelbackist Meinleben says:

    They did a mistake by not telling the child about they real mom. Foster parents are not adopting parents. Huge difference

  18. Josh J.R says:

    This is how many people are under 18


  19. Anna Irwin says:

    Don’t u realise that it’s probably really hard for your real mother having her baby taken away from her at such a young age and becoming so close to another woman calling her her mother? Maybe we should all appreciate our parents feelings more often?

  20. great day for a big day says:

    60% saying that 2 Moms are possible
    30% actually happened jokes
    7% supported her
    2% others
    1% me

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