Last time, I told you about how my parents became foster parents and how mad I was about them. Per usual, they didn’t really have conversations with me about it, so I was left to just pretend like everything was okay on the outside while internalizing all of my real emotions. I left off with William, our family’s first foster child, being brought to our home for the first time. He was a newborn at the time. Life continued on. I kept being secretly mad at my parents. I kept drowning myself in school work and good grades and extracurricular…