A little off-topic, but hope you don't mind me sharing.....
Many years ago, when I was in care, I was put in a foster placement for a year and a half. The couple with their own children came to visit me at the home. They brought me gifts and presents. They took me out for day trips and gave me a lot of love, fuss and attention. It was all smiles when they told me they wanted me to join their family. I finally had someone to call Mum and Dad.
A few months after moving in with them, reality started to sink in - both for me and for them. The Foster Dad wanted a boy who could play football - I wasn't interested. The Foster Mum felt I was taking her attention away from her daughters, so I got scape-goated and blamed for everything that went wrong. Although I became very attached to them and really loved them, I soon got so nervous and afraid of them, I got to the point where I stopped telling them important things. I remember the mornings I got scolded by the Foster Mum and Dad because I lay in my vomit all night because I was too frightened to tell them.
One day, I went to the school fete and bought them all a present with my pocket money. I wanted to make it a nice surprise. They spent so much time telling me how "selfish" and "difficult" I was, I wanted to prove to them that I loved them. I arrived back at the house with the presents, walked through the front door and all of them were congregated in the hallway. I handed over my presents and they all burst into tears. The Foster Mum broke down uncontrollably and told me that I was going back to the children's home that evening. I told her that she was now my Mummy and she couldn't send me back. She held me in her arms, weeping over me, saying how sorry she was and that she could not be my Mum anymore. I was picked up by the social worker and that was the last I ever saw of them.
When people talk about wanting to foster or adopt a child, I always share with them this story, so that when a child eventually goes into their care, they will never be treated in the same way that I was.
Fortunately, it was a happy ending for me, because I was finally adopted into a committed, loving family.