It was five weeks later. I had just gotten out of the hospital. I didn't know what to do what to think , and I wasn't going to say anything at all. I was sitting in the car on my way to the foster home and it was silent ride there. I do not want to go to this place. I can take care of my self. If I couldn't I wouldn't do anything about it I would rater die than go to this place that is called in my mind a temporary home.