My Biological Mother Realized Who I Was After My Death

I was the most hated kid in the foster care system. I had been returned by six different families.

All because I knew I already had a mother.

In my first six foster homes, I did everything I could to get kicked out. I ruined my foster mothers' expensive lipsticks by scribbling all over their pristine white walls. I folded my foster fathers' crucial tax documents into paper airplanes.

Their patience always turned into disgust.

And I succeeded.

Every single time, they sent me straight back to the group home.

But I wasn't sad at all. I just wanted to go back to my real mom.