I am glad people are still posting to this thread. I do not remember anything about that day. I do remember living on a plantation when I was younger. I always had a gut feeling that I had an older sister that was in the house with James and I. James and I were adopted when I was about 16 and it was in '88 Steve relinquished his rights as a parent. We were in foster homes and in a large group home. I was born in '84 and I believe I was 4 when she went missing. I do however, remember moving and living with an older couple in Florida when Steve was still around. I am sure that was his parents. We moved shortly after that to the projects.
This is our story as follows...
James and I asked to go to a friends house. Steve was in the bathroom and said "Yes, I'll be here in a second." Needless to say, he never showed up, Our friends mother called the police around 12 and 1 in the morning and they came to pick us up. I tried to tell them I thought I knew where he might be, but they would not listen and said they they were running out of time and had to return to the station. James and I spent the night in a cell and had a midnight snack. We woke up the next morning on our way to our first foster home. They soon packed up and moved out of state and we then went to the next foster home. It was soon after this, that we started having supervised visits with Steve. This did not last long, as he gave up his rights.
James became known as the problem child and I was the Goody-Two-Shoes. For the next three foster homes, we were together at first. He would leave after the foster family had enough of him and he would go to a home for problem children. James and I would meet up when I moved onto the next foster home. HRS, now known as DCF, was trying to keep us together, I guess (I think it was more our case workers than anything else). We finally moved to a group home that was family oriented and had six homes on the campus that varied in age groups per home. We were there together for 4 1/2 years.
In that time we met one family that was going to adopt the two of us, but when it came down to it, they backed out. I am sure it was because of pressure that was being put onto them by the home we were living and possibly DCF. About a year before we left there, we met another family and they fought for us and succeeded in an adoption of the two of us.
James and I both served in the US Marines. He did 2 tours in Iraq and I did 3. We were both Honorably Discharged for our services. He did do some college, but he has not found his niche in life just yet because he cannot make up his mind. This is because there is so much that he want to do. Currently, he is doing well and I talk to him on a weekly basis. When I was done with the Marines, I started college, and just recently graduated with my Bachelor's in Computer Sciences.
We both keep in consistant contact with out half sister that was looking for us through Genealogy.com.
In the previous posts, others have posted linked for social sites. I have done a little investigating of my own on them, but do not see any solid resemblances to pictures that we have of Korrina and Annette.
If there are any more questions, feel free to ask. I will keep lines of communication open. I look forward to more information on my missing sister and mother.
Thank you again, all.
