Name: Louisa Aimee Princeton
Birthday: 12th March 1997
Foster Parents: Timothy and Lauren Simons
Area to live in: Liverpool
Date signed: 16th December 2006
Signature: Timothy Simons Lauren Simons
I was crying so much as I waved goodbye to Hattie that it never crossed my mind to run after her and get her new phone number or address so that we could contact each other. I still can't remember why we weren't allowed to contact each other. Timothy and Lauren, the people that were going to look after Fern and me, had a daughter already who was eleven. Her name was Isabella. She said she wanted to be my friend and I told her that Fern and I would love to be friends with her. But when we tried to hang out together Fern became stroppy and wandered off so after that it was just Isabella and me. I didn't mind because, since I was a twin, I had always had to share everything with Fern before.
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As my life progressed in Liverpool, I began to realise that it was fun; that I really did prefer life with Tim, Lauren and Isabella than with Mama, I missed Hattie and William though. I wished I could pick and choose my life. It would be good to mix the old with the new to make something perfect!
I started dance lessons in Liverpool. Isabella went and Lauren offered to pay for Fern and I to go too. Fern refused but I had always wanted to dance, so I accepted gladly. And it was so much fun. We did ballet, modern, tap, national and festivals. Every other year there was a show and one time I got to dance a solo in the ballet routine. That was amazing! You cannot believe how amazing it was.
Isabella and I shared so many good times. I had never thought that adoption could be a positive thing but it looked like it to me from the Simons family. Everything was different but at the same time it was old. It felt like I had been there for my entire life.
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It was years later when I thought Fern was looking sad. After having a heart to heart conversation with her I realised that I had been blind and had taken no notice of what she was experiencing or thinking about our new life. She was suffering and I hadn't done anything about it. I felt so ashamed and distraught that I decided it was time to make a move. I found Hattie's address and wrote her a letter.
I described how Fern and I missed her and that we needed to meet up. I also wrote a letter to William in the hope we could all reunite with each other. Once the letter was written and sealed I went to post it, saying a wish as it dropped into the post box. This could be a new beginning for us all.