My time with Eula may have been the happiest of my adolescence. I had love, acceptance, and stability, I had freedom, that was laced with reasonable rules, that kept me safe without feeling confined. I excelled in my classes and caused no problems for anyone. And, as it turned out, it was my doing so well that caused my exile from Eula's home. My father had been keeping tabs on me after entering the foster system. We had no personal contact, but as a juvenile officer, he had close contacts with those in control of my life and was not pleased with my good behavior. I believe he took it as a personal affront that I did not self-destruct under the benign guidance of Eula's home and began to take steps for my removal from the area where I could be seen by his peers.
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